Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,114

tell me why one of my blood bags is talking of demons?” Mike sighs, but I hear the interest in his voice.

“There was a demon, now there is not,” I say bluntly and he laughs.

“No shit, how did you get rid of it? Usually people just die,” he points out.

“I gave it something that it wanted more, the witches’ deaths,” I grumble, bored with talking. My voice box is sore from it, I never understood the need for words. Actions speak for themselves.

“You fucking genius.” He laughs and I hear him telling others what I have told him.

Looking out of the window, I leave him to his conversation before he comes back. “Sorry, okay, my driver will take you where you need to go. Ring me if you need anything else.”

“Fine.” I hang up but the phone rings again.

Accepting the call, I wait. “That was rude, goodbye.” Mike laughs and hangs up. Fucking vamps.

“How long?” I question the driver, handing the phone back.

“It will take us three days with stops,” he informs me politely, looking at me in the rearview mirror.

“Don’t stop,” I growl and sit back, getting comfy. Three days, maybe two, and then I can finally meet my mate.

Sitting in the middle of the circle of witches, I close my eyes like they instructed, trusting them not to harm me. I made sure to keep half of the payment back first, it should keep me alive and stop them from cursing me.

Their hands are connected around my head and their voices rise as they chant foreign words. They assured me this would work, so I sit still even as my dragon growls impatiently.

The first brush of their magic reaches me, sifting along my skin, and looking for an opening before I feel the tendril disappear into my ear. My mouth opens on a gasp as more of it restricts around my body, caging me. It grows tighter and tighter as their chanting gets louder, until it cuts off all my breathing. I feel it stretching in my skin, reaching from the top of my head down to my toes.

Refusing to panic, I listen to their voices as they reach the crescendo and the magic breaks around me. Exploding outward and throwing me onto my back on the ship’s floor.

My lungs fill with air as my eyes snap open, locking on the witches as they stumble into each other, obviously exhausted from their magic use. Not wanting to be in a weak position, I climb to my feet.

“Is it done?” I growl. My dragon is close to the surface after being kept prisoner in my own skin.

“Yes, dragon, it is done,” Mercy says, her voice strained.

I nod and hand over the rest of the payment and turn to leave, but their voices stop me. “It does not mean whoever is hunting you will stop, I have never felt such power before. It was...” Mercy trails off.

“Different,” Chloe adds.

“Mixed,” Loxley confirms.

Looking at them over my shoulder, I frown. “Mixed, how?”

They share a look before all speaking. “It was not just a witch, it was many different types of magic mixed together.”

“Th-they are stronger than you could ever imagine,” Mercy declares.

“Tread lightly, dragon. Your mate is what they seek,” Loxley advised.

I nod my thanks and quickly get out of there, their words haunting me across the walkway and to my car. The people who are hunting me are after my mate? What does mixed mean, how can the power of a witch be harnessed by others?

One thing is for sure, she is going to need me now more than ever, enemies are closing in on every side. It’s time to find Dawn.

“I have to leave!” I argue, pacing around the confines of the sitting room.

Bayard sighs and leans forward, placing his hands on his knees. We have been talking for hours and it is getting us nowhere, not to mention the longer I spend here the longer Dawn is in danger. I have to warn her, I have to get to her, not discuss politics and untruths.

“Cernunnos—” I growl and he corrects himself. “Nos—”

Turning to him, I narrow my eyes. “My mate is out there, in danger right now. Do not mince your words, Your Highness. Tell me what we need to know so we can make a plan or I shall leave.”

“Father, please,” Isla begs, throwing him a withering look.

He waves his hand, before sitting back like a sulking child and she smiles. “Here is what we know. Twenty fae