Page 39 of Blood Sacrifice

“You can pull over,” Luna informed me, and I manoeuvred my car to the side of the road, watching as the other vehicle got closer and closer. I fully appreciated and acknowledged the power of magic, but I expected him to park behind me and start a fight.

Instead, he drove past us as if we were invisible.

My gaze met Luna’s for a moment, and I started my car again.

“You can’t just kill him outright,” Luna said, and my lips twitched because it was as if she had looked inside my head.

“We can interrogate him first,” I promised.

“We can question him,” Luna insisted. “And determine if he is a threat or an asset.”

I glanced at her in disbelief. “He tried to kill us, I’m voting for threat.”

Luna pouted for a moment, folding her arms across her ample chest. “People can be bewitched. It does not make them our enemy.”

Her words reverberated through me and I realised I could have been considered a threat because someone had whammied me with a spell. My back molars ground together, and I silently swore an oath to find whoever had been involved and send them to see if there truly was a Heaven and Hell.

“Can you get us closer?” Luna asked. “I think I can affect his engine.”

I didn’t even try to question her because she was showing me that I had misunderstood the scope of magic. The witches in my organisation made potions and created spells for specific reasons. Luna used it as an extension of herself and to manipulate the world around her as naturally as she made a pot of tea.

I accelerated until we were directly behind the car. A few moments later, I noticed smoke radiating from the engine area.

“What are you doing?” I queried.

“The element of fire controls heat, so I can use it to increase the temperature of the car engine until it overheats,” Luna replied. “It makes it looks like an accident and magic isn’t detected.”

“Do you often hide your magic behind a natural phenomenon?” I asked.

Luna shrugged and the car in front of us began to swerve violently, flames emerging from under the bonnet, the car skidding and veering in to the side of the road. “Heart attacks are considered a normal cause of death. It is easy to remove the air from someone’s lungs until nature takes her course.”

My eyebrows flew up at her admission. Some of the witches we dealt with used elaborate ways to track and kill someone, but they had never made it sound as easy as Luna had. It made me wonder what my little mate had learnt over her years of roaming the world alone.

I parked behind the car, watching as one person emerged, shouting and waving his arms.

“He does realise that won’t help, doesn’t he?” Luna asked. “Technically that would fan the flames.”

I shot her an amused look, and slowly exited the car.

The driver of the other vehicle turned to face me, his eyes widening in recognition, his body contorting into an attack pose.

Luna emerged from the other side of our vehicle, static energy radiating from her in intoxicating waves. The wolf took a step toward her and a growl rumbled from my chest.

“Sit!” Luna snapped her fingers and pointed to the ground.

The wolf blinked once, clearly trying to defy her command, but even I could feel her power and it was a heady mix that would make the sober drunk. He slowly fell to his knees.

“Salvator has a few questions for you, and I want you to answer them truthfully,” she continued, moving toward him with her wax pencil in her hand. She drew a symbol on his forehead, and I braced myself for him trying to attack her, but his arms remained at his sides as if he was being restrained.

His eyes were huge and pleading when he moved his attention to me. I swallowed, unsure what to say since I had never witnessed anything like this before.

I propped my ass on the front of my car and watched the wolf, trying to ascertain if I knew him or if our paths had crossed in the past.

“Why are you following us?” I asked, there seemed to be little point in asking if he was involved with blowing up my house considering I had witnessed him there in Luna’s vision.

He pulled his arms, but they wouldn’t budge. I glanced at Luna enquiringly.

She shrugged. “I do not appreciate people hitting, biting, or spitting. It is easier to immobilise them, and much more civilised.”

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