Page 100 of Her Blood Revenge

But I barely complete it inside my head before the magic responds.

I open my eyes. Clematis Vitalba, or as we call it, Traveller’s Joy, sprouts. A strange little plant, but renowned for its help in assisting lost witches.

‘They’re pretty,’ he admires.

The word pretty does not sound natural coming from his lips.

‘Which way to my coven?’ I ask the flowers.

The white flowers slowly circle before facing east. Then they return to me.

‘Which way to Shaw and Archie?’ I ask.

Thankfully, the flower faces the same direction.

‘Neat trick. You were right. They’ve gone to the coven.’

Dorian takesmy hand and we start to walk in the same direction.

Look at me. Holding hands with the Shadow Master, taker of souls and henchman to the Goddess Hel herself.

‘Well? What is her name, then?’ he asks. ‘What is your familiar to be called?’

I look down at her.

‘Poppy,’ I decide. ‘Her name is Poppy. After my favourite flower.’

She nods her head in agreement. Good. I’m glad she likes it.

‘They match in colour, too. Both red and black.’

‘And when harnessed properly, both can be lethal.’ I look up at him. ‘Did you know that if brewed just right, a tea made from poppy seeds can kill you? And in the most agonising way.’

‘No. I did not. So. When we get to the coven, what then?’

He’s asking me?

A moment that will live in infamy.

‘We either kill Neve,’ I reply, firming my grip on his hand. ‘Or we die trying.’

Chapter sixteen

The Wolf

Ispit out clumps of flesh and pick at what refuses to budge.

Yet again, I have mud witch stuck in my teeth.

Worse.

Paedophile mud witch.

They taste even worse.

I didn’t need to shift completely to slaughter these fuckers. With a steady supply of Pix’s blood, I’m beginning to be able to control my form just as much as I used to before I was cursed in the first place. I can add claws to my hand. Lengthen my teeth into my wolf fangs. Hell, I can grow a tail if I want.

I wonder if Pix would like me with a tail…

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