shot up twenty feet off the shore. It rushed forward, moving faster than I’d ever seen a wave move. The water turned jet back. Bright orange and red flames blazed from within the wave. The water turned thick and gray, with red and orange molten lava— it’s lava! Each time the lava hit the ocean water it hissed and white smoke billowed into the air. The lava cracked and hissed as it hit the sandy shore. Thick gray and white smoke poured out.
Fire burned a vertical line in the sky from the wave going up. It flashed and flickered, then the fire split apart like flames eating parchment until it left a black hole. Except it wasn’t a black hole, this was uneven and misshapen. A black night sky twinkled with stars. It was like someone had cut a hole in the blue sky.
A figure stepped into the hole, filling the space but cast in shadow. The smoke surrounding them was filled with fire. Behind them, a ball of fire shot across the night sky. I tried to look but all I saw was smoke and flames. The figure walked forward, moving out of the hole and I saw broad, muscular shoulders and a long body. It was definitely a man, except every inch of his body was black and gray like he’d been burned. He stalked toward us like he was walking on solid ground, like there wasn’t fire and brimstone in his wake.
Streaks of burning orange fire covered his blackened torso.
In the corner of my eye, I saw several of my Coven-mates lift their swords up.
My pulse was flying. My stomach tight in knots.
The man kept walking.
The second his feet hit the white powdery sand, slivers of black and gray chipped off of his body until he looked completely normal. Human. His skin was tanned, or maybe he was just grimy and ashy. He was shirtless, wearing only low slung black pants and black boots. His upper body was chiseled tight like a sculpture. Lean, sharp cut muscles covered his arms and shoulders. The ash on his skin made the ripple of deep-cut abs more pronounced.
Fire scorched like bolts of lightning across his skin, moving over his body in random places but not staying there.
The lava, smoke, and fire receded back into the hole faster than it appeared.
“What are we bloody lookin’ at here, lads?”
“Anyone know who this is?” Easton whisper shouted.
The guy looked up and all I saw were crescent moons made of fire around his pupils.
He was still walking toward us but everything seemed to be in slow motion. With every step he looked more and more human. Dark hair fell in wild, dark waves over his shoulders. There was something about the high cut of his cheekbones and the sharp angle of his jawline—
“Oh my God,” Tegan breathed. “Bentley?”
I gasped.
He stopped in place and held up his left arm.
The black V Hierophant’s Mark was a stark contrast to his fair skin. He looked up with eyes that shined that bright, brilliant, familiar gold. “Yeah, it’s me.”
BENTLEY IS BACK! …But what about the others now that they’ve all been separated? What will Saffie do to rescue Riah? How will Henley deal with the shadow-demon? So many questions. Find out in Book 3, The Rotten Witch coming spring 2021! CLICK HERE to pre-order it now!
Sometimes magic just isn't enough...
Sometimes you have to start a war, and that’s just what I’m going to do.
They took my soulmate. I will get him back, even if I have to destroy everything to do so.
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His magic lurks in the shadows…
I feel his eyes on my back with every step I take. He’s following me. Chasing me. There’s nowhere for me to go, nowhere to hide that he won’t find me. He moves in smoke and shadows. He is the darkness. He tracks my every move like a predator with gold glowing eyes in the night. I know he’s going to catch me, the only question is…why do I want him to?