Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,56
crosses his arms, staring me down.
“Nope. You’re going to make sure she gets home. I’ll take myself,” I retort snottily.
He rolls his eyes up to the sky with a sigh. “Why would I do that?”
I step closer, lowering my voice as it turns into a silky purr. “Because for some reason you’re following me.” I hold up my hand to stop his denial. “Cut the shit, I don’t know why or how but if you ever, and I mean ever, want to get onto my good side then you’re going to take BB home.”
We stare each other down, and his jaw works while his eyes flash sparks at me. “Fine, how will you get home?” Each word is harsh, like a whip hitting my skin with near physical intensity.
“By car of course.” I grin, holding up the car keys I stole from the doctor’s coat pocket. When I click ‘unlock,’ a silver BMW near the door beeps and I grin.
He looks from me to it before stepping back. “Home,” he orders, shaking out his shoulders. I frown at him but it turns into a gasp when two large, black wings emerge from behind him.
I just gape, and he winks at me before turning and with a running jump swoops into the air. He holds his wings out at his side as he swoops down on BB and grabs her. I hear her scream and him swear before they are lost in the darkness of the night.
Shaking my head, I block out the craziness. If I think about it all then I’ll lose my mind, and I have too much to do tonight for that. Time to go get pretty, then go clubbing. Who said the life of a dead woman wasn’t fun?
We land on what the pilot tells me is Carmicheal’s private airstrip. He gives me directions to the house where they were attacked, and I nod before strapping on my weapons. When I am done, I turn to face them. Their faces are pale and I can smell their fear, it only makes me smile.
Leaving the plane without a word, I set off in the direction of the trees that edge the small airstrip. The pilot told me it was the fastest way and there is a path cutting through nature if you know where to look, which leads right to the back of the house.
I guess it is time for this minotaur to be back in the battle again, and I will start with the witches who dare threaten me.
Once in the trees, I can see the path he meant and I follow it at a slow jog, stretching my body and forcing it back into motion again after so long of being immobile. The flat forest slopes down and I can start to make out a mansion in the distance. It’s no fucking house, that is for sure.
When I reach the treeline bordering onto the backyard of the property I stop, letting the shadows conceal me as I take it all in. Beyond the forest lies a large backyard. A pool is to the left, and to the right is a whole garden filled with large trees, plants, and even a statue. The mansion towers over it all with a large balcony and stone railing, which looks over the backyard. Three doors lead into different sections of the house and large, arched windows show me it is at least three stories high.
On the roof above the balcony is a flat section, obviously for stargazing. Looks like the outcasts are doing well for themselves. Tilting my head, I push my senses out farther until I can see the spell cast around the property like a tripwire. It’s not quite a containment spell, they obviously didn’t have enough power or witches for that—no, it’s a simple tripwire laid in a crisscross pattern around the house to alert them of anyone approaching.
The doors and windows are also spelled with a locking charm, the magic flaring in my mind as I look at it. Spending so long around magic, witches, and cruel queens, taught me to notice the way magic flares. Most supes can’t see it unless they are really concentrating hard, and even then some can’t. It takes a special type of supe and a powerful one at that to see past the illusion magic throws up.
It also means if you can see it, you can most likely break it. Not the tripwire, they would notice that, but breaking an