Page 108 of Her Blood Revenge

‘As are you,’ she grins, taking another look at his cock.

He rests his hands on his hips and proudly offers her a little wiggle.

I take off my jacket and hand it to him.

He has no shame. None whatsoever.

‘Where did you go?’ Archie asks as he slides it on.

Her smile fades, and a faraway look appears in her eyes. She blinks and looks down at the snake on her wrist.

‘It’s a long story,’ Dorian says. ‘Not one to tell in front of so many others.’ He gives the coven a dry look, slides his hand into hers, and grips it tightly. I’m surprised when she doesn’t pull away but instead, gives his hand a firm squeeze.

‘Neve?’ she asks.

‘Looks like her work. But no sign of the bitch herself,’ Archie replies.

She looks up at the sky. ‘The stars are aligned. If she were to do something to the coven, it would be now.’

‘Well. We stopped her doing whatever she wanted to do. Right? We won?’

There’s a lowgrumble.

‘You had to say it, didn’t you, Arch.’

We all surround Pixie as the thorny barrier she put up begins to glow orange.

‘LOOK OUT!’ She raises her hand, creating a wall of rock and dirt between us and the streams of fire the witches are about to send our way.

The flames collide with her barrier, and her feet slide in the dirt from the sheer force of it. Archie digs his feet in, keeping her held in place. She screams at the force of it, and he grunts as he grips her waist.

The unseelie return and continue their attack on the coven, who have attempted to turn and flee. Their screams as they run from the dark army are desperate. Through the rippling heat of the fire, I watch them scoop up their children and run, looking over their shoulders as death gives chase.

‘Archie!’ she cries out through the strain of holding off the fire witches. ‘The kids in the coven!’

‘Bit busy,’ he groans back, still holding onto her.

‘I’ve got this. Help them!’

‘Fuck your coven!’

On my right, Bensen slams his foot into the ground, and the wall of dirt strengthens. On my left, many of the surviving witches attack the unseelie, giving those fleeing the space they need for an escape.

Bensen looks at her.

‘War?’ he asks.

‘War.’ She nods.

A blast of red mist slams into her wall and shatters it, sending us all to our backsides. The air fills with bloodmagic. Its scent and taste surround me, and I watch as the mist retreats, swarming back to where it came from.

Neve stands tall, her crown of bones atop her head. To her left… Sathick. To her right, Cole.

‘My dear daughter,’ she grins wickedly. ‘Oh. How I have missed you.’

Chapter eighteen

The Necromancer

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