Page 115 of Hellish Witch

“Stubborn witch,” Killian growled, blade slicing through the arm of a hunter, trying frantically to reload.

“Stupid demon,” I hissed back. “As if I’d leave you.”

Silvery eyes cut to me, filled with so much worry my heart ached. “Don’t die.”

Manic laughter spilled up my throat as I dodged another bullet. “I won’t if you won’t.”

Killian and I cut through the hunters together. But with every bit of damage I took on, I could feel myself weakening—my healing power waning under the strain.

Something flittered at the edges of my consciousness, the tease of other living things on the horizon, but the signatures were all over the place, blending with the hunters and animals of the forest as my focus wavered.

“Traitorous bitch!” a voice croaked behind me.

I whirled, coming face to face with Alvie.

Ghoulish yellow light cast across deathly pale features. Blood covered his front from the bullet lodged in his chest. Angry red flesh was edged by charred fabric where he’d cauterised the wound that should have killed him.

But it was the glowing sunlight between his palms that shot me through with terror.

The deadly orb of power sailed straight for me.

Something slammed my side, knocking the air from my lungs and sending me sprawling to the ground.

Killian stood over me, wings flared.

Sunfire sizzled the air as it passed over me and smashed into Killian’s chest, exploding in a blaze of vicious gold.

Chapter 40

The blinding light cleared, leaving my retinas burning from the overexposure.

The sight that hit me was horrifying.

Killian staggered a single step towards me and crashed to his knees. A ragged crater was all that remained of his chest, oozing black blood and clear fluid. I couldn’t make out anything beating within. Just a gaping mess of flesh where his heart should have been.

“Killian!” I scrambled to catch him right as he collapsed.

My entire body shook as I eased his weight back onto his slackened wings.

The incubus blinked up at me, stormy ocean eyes glassy.

Glowing light built in my periphery. “One demon down,” Alvie rasped, staggering to remain upright. “One worthless half-breed to go.”

I struggled to tear my eyes off Killian, but a rage so hot it burned away the panic let me face the traitor.

With a snarl, I threw my vicious darkness at him. His flesh tore until every wound he’d ever had ripped through his mortal body. Bloody mouths shrieked across every visible inch of skin. His collarbone snapped, dropping his shoulder. Blood gushed from his crooked nose.

He spluttered as crimson rushed between his parted lips.

The glow brightened between his palms, his eyes stark with panic as he strained to pull enough magic to throw another ball of death.

But I wasn’t just a mage.

With a snarl, I launched myself at him, crossing the distance between us at breakneck speed. My claws rent through his arm as he tried to block the death blow. I hissed, baring my fangs. With a rough yank on his glowing wrist, I tugged him sharply towards me. My short horn slammed into his eye with a wet pop.

He screeched, the sound like a dying phoenix.

My claws ripped through the delicate skin of his throat, tearing at everything vital.

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