Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
I separated from my body, moving upstairs and looking through the rooms.
The first room, a guy was playing video games.
Second room, a guy was eating licorice.
Third room, he was masturbating.
The next three rooms were couples having sex.
Room five and six were empty.
Damien’s room was at the top, so I kept moving.
He felt me coming, sensing me.
I felt him meet me, speaking to me, What are you doing here?
I pushed forward, going into his room.
Stop!
Who are you with?
Someone. Stop it.
Is she the witch?
I felt his surprise before he growled in my head, Stop, Shay. I’ll come down in a second—
I pushed the image of him bleeding into his head and then the rest of my encounter with the witch today.
They have a coven.
They’re harmless.
I pushed that image again. You’re dead in this event.
He was quiet, and I could hear him audibly sigh. I’ll be right down. I’m not with that girl.
I began retreating, returning to my body, but there was a tingle on the back of my neck. I needed to see who the girl was.
Damien growled, feeling me still coming.
I said no!
I shoved through his wards, destroying them and I saw her. He was already rising, pulling his pants on. He halted, feeling me in the room.
Get out! Now!
I looked at the girl. She was panting, her face all red. Her hair was sweaty, and her lips were parted. She liked him, liked him a lot.
She was human. That was my first feeling.
I started to pull back, but that tingle started again.
I had to know…
I shoved into her head.
SHAY!
A roar in my head from him, and I could hear him. He was on his feet, sprinting down to me.
I was inside of her, going through her mind.
Her blood, though.
Her blood was calling to me.
I could taste it even though my body remained just inside the house.
He was thundering down the stairs, snarling as he pulled his arms through a shirt. “I said to get out of her head! That’s a violation.” He shoved past his two brothers, and at his words, those near us froze.
I was still in her head, or her blood to be more exact.
She’s a born witch.
He growled in front of me, his hands curling into fists.
She doesn’t practice.
Her ancestors are strong. Demonic.
Those are old old ancestors.
I pulled out of her now, coming back to my body and staring at him.
To the two gaping brothers, we were staring at each other.
We have a practicing coven on this campus, and you have a born witch in your bed. You do the math.
He growled again. They’d have to have a superior skill set to do what you’re insinuating. I’m a half-messenger. I wouldn’t go down without a fight. He softened. And you’re here now too. They’d be taking on two half-messengers.
He wasn’t adding the last bit. They’d be taking on a full-blooded demon as well.
“Hey! It’s Damien’s sister.” An arm came down around my shoulders. I was jerked back to a sweating chest. A hand holding a beer was attached to that arm. “D, I forget every time how hot your sister is. Why don’t you bring her around more? You partying with us tonight?”
One of the other guys let out a strangled laugh. “Uh, Pete, aren’t you forgetting about—”
Damien’s tone was frosty. “She has a boyfriend. Get your arm off of her, or he will rip it off. Trust me.”
That was when I felt them.
They’re coming, I said to Damien, already turning for the door.
They were out there, and they were spreading out.
Damien moved to stand next to me. They’re going to surround the house.
I wasn’t feeling a new coven. I was feeling power, old power.
I sighed. “They got someone with that skill set.”
He cursed next to me.
They began moving forward.
“We have an entire house of humans.”
The guy whose arm was around me tightened. “Humans? What the fuck you talking about, bro?”
I forgot him and shoved his arm off me by force.
I never touched him, but the air blasted him and he fell backwards a few steps before steadying himself. “Whoa. What was that, man?”
The chanting started after that.
CHAPTER 3
“Where’s Kellan?” Damien yelled at me as we both charged out to meet them.
“He’s at a meeting.”
“A meeting? On Halloween?!”
“Oh cool! It’s a show,” someone said behind us.
A guy pushed past us, and a crowd had formed.
The witches weren’t just college aged. There were older ones. A few ancients. Some boys and girls who could’ve been in high school. Most of them were harmless by themselves. Together, I felt their power zapping us.
Damien did too, cursing.
“Is that girl your girlfriend?”
He shot me a look, his eyebrows pulled together. “You want to have this talk now? We have to fight off a coven of witches, and somehow keep my cover intact.”
“Kellan can wipe their minds.”
“Kellan’s not here!” he snapped at me, just as the witches began to raise their hands.