so heavy…
Everything goes dark.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Ford
“I fuckin’ hate witches,” I mutter, clenching and unclenching my hands as I pace around the small antechamber. The demon’s corpse mocks me with its slumped, relaxed pose, and I want to revive the fucker just so I can kick his ass again.
“Yeah.” Nix grimaces. “Why can’t they just take credit cards like every other sane person? Seriously. We should’ve been able to do this online from the comfort of Beckett’s apartment. With free shipping.”
He sounds like he’s half-joking, but the thought only pisses me off more. I hate that we had to come here. I don’t trust magic, and I definitely don’t trust those who use it. Give me a fuckin’ fistfight any day.
Technically, it’s magic that makes the wrath inside of me infect the people around me, influencing their emotional state. But it doesn’t feel like magic—not compared to the crazy shit true witches and sorcerers can do.
“This is taking too long,” I growl, scrubbing my hands through my hair before pivoting to stare down the dark hallway Morrigan led the angel down. “What the fuck is she doing back there?”
I expect Remi to tell me to calm down and wait, to tamp down my wild emotions like he always does. But instead, he shifts his gaze toward the back hallway too.
“Yeah…” Concern flashes in his eyes. “It is taking a long time. She should be done by now.”
All right. That’s fucking it.
Not bothering to consult with the others or wait for them to follow, I storm down the hallway and throw my shoulder against the door leading into the back, forcing it open.
“Motherfucker!”
The furious shout rips from my throat, and the witch looks up from where she’s bent over Trinity.
The angel is slumped in her chair in a pose that’s eerily similar to the demon in the entry room, and the sight of it sends pure rage shooting through my veins. A needle is sticking out of Trinity’s arm, and several bags of blood hang from hooks on the wall.
So much fucking blood.
It’s dark and viscous, so dark inside the opaque bags that it looks almost black. But that hardly matters, because a haze of red overtakes my vision, making everything look like it’s bathed in blood.
Storming forward, I pull the needle out of the angel’s arm, stopping the witch from stealing any more of her lifeblood. Then I grab the old woman by the throat and slam her against the wall so hard the plaster shakes.
“I should kill you right now,” I rasp, a rushing sound filling my ears as my fingers dig into her dry skin, feeling the muscles of her throat move as she tries to speak.
I want to.
Fuck, I want to end her right now.
A twist of my wrist, a little more pressure, and—snap. It would be over.
But I don’t know what she’s done to Trinity. What if she cursed her or put a spell on her or something, and we can’t undo it without the witch’s own power?
It takes every bit of strength I have in me, but I ease up just a little on the old woman’s throat. She draws in a ragged gulp of air as I drop my head, putting my face inches from hers. She smells like cobwebs and musty dirt, but I ignore it as my gaze bounces between her rheumy blue eyes.
“You’ve got three seconds, witch. And then I will kill you. Tell me what the fuck you did to her.” My lips curl into a snarl, my entire body shaking with the need to unleash violence. “Three… two…”
“It was an accident,” she chokes out, her voice even thinner and more high-pitched than it was before. “I took too much, too much by accident. How is Morrigan to know how much blood an angel has? My mistake, my mistake.”
“That’s a fucking lie. You don’t accidentally fill up multiple bags of someone’s blood.”
“M-mistake.” She tries to shake her head, but my grip on her neck is too strong to allow any movement. “Not an accident. A miscalculation.”
“Ford.”
Beckett’s voice behind me draws my attention away from the witch, and I glance over my shoulder. Trinity’s eyelids are fluttering. She’s not dead, at least, but she’s in rough fucking shape.
I catch my brother’s gaze, reading the expression on his face. The angel needs help. With a curse, I turn back to the witch, pressing her hard against the wall.
“Give me a damn healing potion right now. The strongest you have. And I don’t care if