do all that I can to stall them long enough for the Magical Authority to arrive.”
“Your Magical Authority really sucks on timing, you know? The Vanguard Magical Authority would already be here, helping to stop the witch hunters instead of taking this long to respond and putting her in extreme peril as a result.”
“It can be easily explained. Nova Scotia is a very quiet place low on magical crime compared to the kinds of things that happen elsewhere on Earth. And compared to your home planet, well, I can only say we are very safe, so I’m quite certain they are underestimating the threat level. It should not be like this, but maybe after today things will change. It didn’t help that Anya covered up the last incident involving witch hunters going after her cousin.”
“It’s happened before?” Rage rolled through him. He would make sure that after this attempt they didn’t dare try to return. The gall of the Bloodbayne Coven never ceased to amaze him. Someway, he would send them a firm message to stay away from Earth and to steer clear of Anya’s kin.
“Yes, it happened twice before. The first time had tragic fallout. The second time barely affected anyone but Anya. She easily took care of it, and I do believe she thought they were done. I don’t think she would have left Dallas if she’d known they were going to return to try again.”
“It ends here tonight. I’ll send the Bloodbayne Coven a message they will not soon forget. Maybe Anya was too soft on them—I have no such proclivity. I will make them rue the day they ever came to Earth.”
“You know what, I’m kind of glad you are not the enemy, because if you were, I’d be a little afraid. In fact, I might just need a spare pair of clean undies.”
Oliver laughed. “As long as you are so devoted to Dallas, you will not have to worry about incurring my wrath. The men inside, on the other hand, will be shitting their pants before I’m done with them.”
“They might do that before Dallas is done with them. She had that unfortunate effect on my neighbor’s nephew once a long time ago, and he never did get rid of his nickname from that day forward.”
He looked over at him. “Are you serious? What is his nickname?”
“Poo Poo Pants Perdue,” Finley muttered. “She’s got some kind of wicked touch, but if they avoid skin-to-skin contact with her, she can’t do anything to help herself.”
“Well, I’ll be sure to keep her at an arm’s length.”
“She is safe to touch as long as you don’t have her angry at you, and if you haven’t earned her abiding hatred for some reason. She was fully justified in her actions against my neighbor’s nephew. He was a snotty little bully who went away from Gerrans about ten years ago. Last time I heard, he was in prison down South somewhere.”
“Well, that’s good to hear. I’d better get a move on. I can’t let Dallas have all the fun.” He stepped out of the car. Slamming the door shut behind him, he hoped they heard him coming. He had no need to hide his arrival, nor did he want to sneak up on them. He wanted them to know that hell on Earth was coming for them, and he wanted them to realize exactly who the warlock was who would be their undoing. The last thing they would see would be his face.
As Oliver stepped into Redgrave House, he heard a sound that made his heart skip a beat. The heart-wrenching screams of a woman met his ears. Speeding through the house, he followed the anguished cries. The scene before him surprised even a man of his questionable reputation.
The witch hunter in front of him had Dallas locked in an agonizing hold. He was sending electrical shocks throughout her entire body, and by the looks of it, doing it just for sadistic fun.
Son of a bitch!
Her dark-blue eyes were wild with pain and the fire that burned within her. She looked like a blonde angel. Their gazes met and she stared at him. Most people would have been calling out for help.
Apparently Dallas wasn’t most people. She seemed resigned to her fate, willing to die without regret. He couldn’t tell if she feared him, or realized that he wasn’t with the other witch hunters. Either way, he didn’t have time to consider it—he had to put an end to the