arm, I saw him. He was pissed. He breathed heavily watching me.
“That’s it,” he started to mutter under his breath.
I could feel the magic building in him. It was strange, like static electricity filling up my body. I could sense him release the spell. I shut my eyes and tucked in closer to myself. Nothing happened so I looked out once more and he watched me, amazement in his eyes.
The tent behind me was knocked down. My heart in my throat, I looked over at the shell shocked warlock. His eyes met mine and a cold smile spread across his face. I realized that right then, it wasn’t his power that felt like static electricity.
It was mine. Had I broken the binding because I was under so much stress?
“Colette!”
I heard Hunter screamed my name. I turned to look at him. He was coming toward us, though I was certain that he hadn’t seen what just happened. I didn’t have time to worry about it before the warlock started to mutter another spell. This time, though his eyes were on Hunter.
I watched in horror. Hunter glared at the warlock but still made his way toward me. The warlock released his spell hurtling toward Hunter. A massive ball of malevolent fire.
Coherent thought left me. I could only act.
I felt a power inside me grow to the point that it was painful, I pushed aside my howling wolf, and let it take over. The fireball exploded half way to Hunter. My eyes turned to the warlock and I just knew what to do. I started to create energy between my hands. I felt it leech from my body into the air between them.
The warlock’s eyes lit up as he watched. My body felt like it was on auto-pilot. Everything I hoped would never happen was on the verge. I felt something smash into the back of my head. The world became dizzy. A throbbing took over so strong that my vision faded in and out. The last thing I saw as I fell to the ground face-first was the utter horror on Hunter’s face.
“Hunt…”
My world went black.
Chapter 23 — You’re Safe
I wanted to feel his warmth. I wasn’t sure what possessed him to wake up so early to make breakfast. I reached out to feel his usual place and found nothing. Then a sickening sensation, like my feet falling out from underneath me, and my eyes popped open.
It all came back to me.
The carnival. Witches were attacking. Attacked. And the warlock from months before! The hatred in Hunter’s eyes. Then blackness.
He was back for me. And Hunter knew. He had to be suspicious about me now.
My fear rose. It soured my stomach, making the carnival food twist and churn. He had locked me up. Or did he? I wasn’t sure, my vision was still foggy, but as my eyes focused my blood turned cold. Hunter was there, he must have seen me fighting the warlock with my own magic.
The room was small it fit the twin bed I was on and had a small nightstand. I was covered up with a comfortable blanket. I expected the end of the bed to have the bars frame. Instead there was nothing. It was a floating frame with nothing around it. The walls surrounding me were painted a light, sky blue color.
I closed my eyes and pulled in the scents around me.
Nothing smelled familiar. I scented the air. The scents were foreign and that was terrifying. A foreign sensation, like static electricity but more unpleasant, brushed over my skin like a warning.
I opened my eyes and tilted my head. I strained my hearing to its limit. The clacking of someone’s footfalls approached my room. I searched the farthest wall for a door, but I didn’t see any. The footsteps stopped. I stared at the door, my brows knitted. But there wasn’t a door there? Yet the scent that accompanied the footsteps was coming from behind that wall. I stood and looked for anywhere I could hide. I didn’t like that I was in the open for all to see if I didn’t know where I was.
I slipped off the bed thankful that I was still wearing my jeans and shirt from when I was at the carnival with Hunter. I did notice that I was now bare footed. I didn’t care, it would make moving around quieter. I slipped over the farthest wall. I watched and waited.
The wall formed slowly into a door. The classic, wooden