William (The Valentines) - By Sam Crescent Page 0,29
feelings whatsoever.
“Power is not greed,” Emma argued.
“That just goes to show how naïve you are. You really think you can kill all of us, store our power and not pay any consequences?” Abigail sneered.
“That’s exactly what I’m doing.”
“Then watch and learn, sister. You will pay for your actions and I’ll be there to see you fall.”
“No, you won’t. You’ll be dead.”
* * * *
Katie didn’t need to see any more. She knew what she had to do.
“You messed up. You killed Abigail, thinking that was the end of your line. That you would have all the family magic destined for generations to come. You hadn’t anticipated me. Abigail had already given birth and, through the years, the female line was protected.” Katie knew why, now.
“And now I have you, and to think it took my old mate’s help for me to find you.” Emma smiled maliciously at William.
“Why?” William asked. Katie could see that he was hurting.
“Oh, shut up. The Valentine with the lost soul. The lost cause. I didn’t want you and I was tired of playing the good girl.” Emma blasted him across the room with a simple twitch of her fingers.
Katie cried out and went to him. He lay gasping, clutching his chest.
“What the hell did you do?” Katie screamed. Then she was blasted away, out of the corridor to the top of the stairs.
The pain was excruciating, spreading through her entire body, stopping her from breathing. She coughed, choking on nothing.
“Painful, isn’t it?” Emma spread her palm, then squeezed her hand into a fist.
Katie howled as the agony intensified.
Never before had she been in so much pain.
Her mind was being pulled, dragged away from the scene before her. She closed her eyes, begging and praying for help.
* * * *
“Katie,” a voice whispered.
Katie opened her eyes, surprised by the lack of pain. She glanced around a room filled with hundreds of women.
“Am I dead?” she asked.
“Not yet, but you will be if you don’t deflect her power.” A woman stepped forward. Older than the others.
Katie felt the love she was emanating.
“I don’t know how,” Katie cried.
“Yes you do, my dear.” The woman reached out and took her hand. Katie could feel her bloodline, the power and strength of it running through her veins. She sensed the elements and the love, the wonderful beauty of her magic.
“Now you know.”
* * * *
“Scream for me,” Emma shouted.
Katie opened her eyes with new knowledge. She glanced over at Emma and knew what to do.
She thought of a shield; an impenetrable shield of magic. A special protection.
“No,” she said, her voice calm and clear.
The pain was deflected, crashing in a wave of useless magic around her.
Emma blinked, giving Katie enough time to get to her feet.
“They took you to the realm of witches?” she asked, clearly upset.
Katie shrugged, still unsteady on her feet. “Don’t know where it was, just know it felt good.”
“Don’t attack, just deflect.”
Katie made no noise to acknowledge the voice whispering in her ear.
“Cocky now you think they’re on your side.”
“Nope, but I can tell you they like me better than they like you.”
Her anger getting the better of her, Emma sent a blast of magic Katie’s way. With her palm out, Katie threw it off with ease.
“Sloppy,” Katie couldn’t help herself taunting.
“You think you’re better than me, little girl?” Emma asked.
Katie chuckled. “Well, you are my great-great-great-great-great-great auntie. I guess at least I’m younger.”
Katie had no clue where her confidence was coming from. She couldn’t seem to stop the words tumbling out of her mouth.
“Well, let’s get this started.”
The battle began, Emma throwing magic at her, each wave more powerful than the last.
There was only one way tonight was going to end.
William needed to get to Katie. She was in danger and she had no clue how powerful Emma was. Decades of practice and the power of hundreds of witches. He couldn’t believe he’d wasted years mourning such a spiteful bitch.
His head pounded from his being flung across the room. It had been years since a witch had done that to him. He staggered to his feet, using the wall for support, and started to make his way down the hall. He could hear the screams and cries of the two women.
His heart stopped as he thought about Katie going into battle. The fear he felt for her had him moving faster. He coughed, bringing up blood.
A few more feet and he was out on the top landing, in time to see Katie flung down the