Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,103

making it look like any other, but I haven’t seen it in centuries and they have clearly upgraded the appearance. Instead of the old barge mixed with a pirate ship look the boat used to assume, it now looks like a freighter, including steel boxes on the back of the ship.

Only when I stopped looking for the ship and the name did I notice it. Looking around, I head over to the boarding dock, which is already set up. I walk across and stop when I stand on the hull, letting the magic wash over me. If I was here to kill them or part of the council, the magic would feel that and I would be vaporised, but I had also seen them do it for fun sometimes. So I stand respectfully and wait.

The tingling of it runs over my skin, and when it finally drops to my feet and back into the deck, I blink my eyes and the ship I remember appears. Striding across the wooden hull, I knock three times on the only door on the whole ship. Magic, it can make strange things.

If you were to wander alone, looking for another escape, you would find yourself lost in a never-ending maze, or maybe in the water. Who knows.

The door swings open by itself, letting out the smell of incense and sulfur. Someone has been summoning. Stepping into the darkened galley, I run eyes around, searching for one of the sisters.

I spot no one so I walk around. Looks like they are playing games today, that never bodes well. I pass trinkets, voodoo dolls, cursed items, and ingredients for spells as I search the room until I find them waiting for me, with a spell brewing behind them.

The three are almost identical, apart from their eyes. These witches have been alive even longer than I can guess—not that I will ever ask them how, it would require a lot of blood magic and death, I imagine. Yet, they still look no older than twenty-five. Their hair is all the same shade of ash, a mix of grey and black, and curled down to their waists, even in the same style. They all wear jeans and boots, but have on different t-shirts.

“Mercy,” I greet the first, the one on the left with the green eyes. “Chloe,” I address the second with the blue eyes. “Loxley,” I acknowledge the last one on the right, with brown eyes.

“Askaliarian, first of his name, the soul eater,” they say at once, their voices mixing together.

I incline my head and they all smile at the same time, the effect creepy, before they break away. Mercy walks straight up to me and places her hand on my chest. Chloe circles me until she lays her hand on my arm and Loxley stops at my back, running her hands down it. Gritting my teeth, I stop the growl from leaving my mouth with their hands on me. Before I could endure it for a purpose, but having met my mate and feeling her touch—this feels wrong.

“Witches,” I warn and they giggle.

“Wait, sisters,” Mercy says, her hand stilling above my heart. Grimacing, I hold still as I feel her magic moving through me. I never quite know what they are capable of. It pulls back and I shiver at the sensation. I will never get used to that.

“I feel something as well,” Chloe murmurs, her hand stilling on my arm as her eyes cloud with her magic.

Loxley’s hand presses to my back before she hisses and steps away. “He has found his one,” she declares, before rejoining her sisters in front of me. “Congratulations are in order dragon, it has been a long search.”

All signs of teasing leave their faces and genuine smiles stretch across them. “She will test you, be warned,” Mercy adds before Chloe laughs.

“Oh yes, she is trouble indeed. Please bring her to us when you can, I would love to meet her.” She licks her lips and I narrow mine with a growl.

They all step back, laughing. “Fear not, we mean you nor your mate no harm, dragon,” Loxley promises and my shoulders slump.

“You have seen her?” I can’t stop myself from asking.

Loxley nods, stepping forward. “Yes, she will have your need for death and blood,” she states, her darkness showing. She always was a lover of death.

Chloe steps forward next, linking her arm with her sister’s. “She will be kind and caring,” she vows, her obsession with love obvious in