The witch grimaced again, lifting a trembling hand to settle over her abdomen. “Your Sarah…” Her voice trailed off. Blood trickled from the edge of her mouth. “Does something about her feel different?”
I straightened. “What did you do to her?”
“Can’t you feel that magic rising in the air, Lord?”
The temperature had dropped by several degrees, sending a chill wind blowing across my skin.
“Moira has always been a covetous sort,” the witch said. Each step she took was punctuated by a gasp of pain. “She wants things that belong to others, and she will go to great lengths to get them.”
I hadn’t known Moira that long, but from what I’d seen of her, I hadn’t noticed anything of the sort. “Oh?” I said, humoring the witch.
She smiled, her teeth stained crimson. “Moira wants you. But you have one beautiful human standing in the way, don’t you?”
I blinked. Moira mentioned we were friends. She implied we were more but never admitted it. Were we more because I was bespelled? Had she slowly worked on me, charming me with small magics here and there? Was this why Sarah seemed less and less appealing to me?
Sarah didn’t like Moira and made no secret about it. Was she trying to save me from being taken away from her?
That made sense. Yes. Why would I ever be involved with a vampire? I could never have children with someone like Moira.
Children…did I want children? Something about that didn’t sit right with me. I was older. Most shifters my age had children or had given up.
Sarah and I had never tried. Why not?
I shook my head. “No. That’s not?—”
Magic swam around me, hypnotizing me. “Focus on me, Lord,” came the witch’s voice.
Her breathing was short and labored. “Moira wants you. Sarah will not stand in the way—” A short scream ripped from the witch’s throat.
She doubled over, dragging in rasping breaths. “You bitch,” she hissed. “I will kill you this time for good?—”
I took a step back, another, then one more. I had to get away from this witch.
“She will take everything you love, Lord.” A mocking laugh escaped the witch before she disappeared in a blast of sickly green light.
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
Dark and sinuous magic roiled through my veins, the spell a wild, corrupt thing.
“Master the dark power,” Cliona commanded. “Claim it.”
“Easy for you to say, Voldemort,” I wheezed.
The bitch had the gall to laugh.
My body felt like it was on fire. Every nerve ending tingled with heat as I sought the heart of the magic. Whatever Mom had done must have taken almost everything from her because this unholy power wanted to burn me alive and turn my soul into ashes.
Evie glared at me from a few feet away. “When you get done with this bullshit, I’m kicking your ass.”
I was too busy fighting for my life to respond. A low moan escaped me as I struggled to claim the spell. This was not regular witchcraft. Working with potions and small magics was a breeze.
This was something far worse.
My eyes rolled back in my head, and my legs collapsed like a puppet without strings.
“Is she alright?” I heard Evie whisper.
