Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“There is a price for her, Killian. I don’t want to start a war with you.”
“The woman is mine,” Killian said.
She loved that. More than loved that. He thought of her as his.
She was not going to do a victory dance right now. Taking a deep breath, she looked toward Olivia and Greta, knowing they wouldn’t be easy to defeat, nor would the wolves. Closing her eyes, she remembered all that she had been taught.
“Leah, what are you doing?”
Nature loved witches and if you were kind to nature and didn’t harm her in any way, then calling upon her for help was easy, though a little exhausting. Leah knew it would be easier to just draw fireballs and throw each one at them, but this way they’d be able to make their escape. The ground shook beneath her, and she knew Mother Nature was more than happy to respond. Trees began to thrust out of the ground, one nearly killing Greta.
“Time to go,” Leah said. She snapped her fingers to put the sleeping bags into the duffel bag, and the bag onto Killian’s back.
He didn’t argue with her. Instead, he grabbed her hand, and while Mother Nature distracted, they were able to escape.
They ran through the forest, and Killian did not once let her go. She didn’t know how long they had been running, but her legs were starting to hurt and she was struggling to breathe. Killian shoved her over his shoulder, and they took off again. Leah wanted to slump down but she kept an eye out, raising her arms out wide, calling to Mother Nature to help, to guide, to keep them safe. She became more exhausted with each step they took.
“Oh, fuck,” Killian said, coming to a stop.
He lowered her to the ground, and she saw what the oh, fuck of a problem was. They had come to an edge of a cliff, and the fall was a massive one. She saw the water below.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“We don’t have time to go around. They could be gaining on us,” Killian said, grabbing her hand.
“No, we can go around.”
“No! We jump.”
“Are you crazy?” She tried to pull her hand away but he wasn’t going to let her go without a fight. Leah lost her footing and off the cliff they went. She couldn’t help but scream, Killian didn’t let go of her hand. She couldn’t think of anything to do that would soften the blow, and if this wasn’t deep water, she was well and truly fucked.
The water swallowed them both up. She also had a little problem with water and the creatures that lurked within. Many years watching movies had kind of ruined her sense of adventure.
Killian had let go of her hand, and without looking, she assumed she was heading for the surface. Only when she broke through did she take a deep breath. Once she was sure she wasn’t dead, she opened her eyes. She kept her head above water, and looked. There was no sign of Killian.
“Killian!” she screamed his name.
“Killian!”
She was pretty sure she felt something swimming by her leg.
“It’s fine. It’s fine. I’m in water and it’s pretty fucking deep, but that doesn’t mean there’s a damn shark.”
Killian broke the surface right next to her.
“You fucking asshole!” She slapped his shoulder. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“So, the little witch does have claws.”
“Forgive me for not showing them right away. I was attempting to not get killed.” She wasn’t wasting any time. Leah started swimming for the embankment. There was no sandy beach, but ground filled with small rocks. Crawling across them, she got out of the water and kissed the rocks. “Thank you. Thank you.” Not only was she thanking the ground for being there, but also Mother Nature. She knew without her, they would have both been dead. Always show Mother Nature your appreciation.
“We can’t stay here,” Killian said.
“We just nearly died. I’m pretty sure we can stay here for a few minutes.”
“What were you thinking?” he asked, seconds later. She opened her eyes and saw him crouched close to her.
“What was I thinking about what?”
“What you did to those witches and the wolves.”
“Are you going to yell at me?” she asked. With how exhausted she was, she didn’t think she’d have the energy to pretend it didn’t bother her.
“No. I’m not going to yell at you. I’ve seen my fair share of witches and warlocks. I know they don’t take their time, and they rarely call on the elements, unless you count fire, to help them escape.”
Leah sighed. She ran her hands over her face, pushing her hair out of the way. “There’s always a fine line between good and evil. Calling upon evil or bad magic is easy to do, and it’s efficient, but it comes with a cost. I could have sent fireballs heading toward them, or other things, but instead I called upon what was around us.”