Page 93 of Hellish Witch

A determined expression hardened a classically handsome human face. Magic washed over me in a harmless wave, leaving tingles in its wake.

Amage.

I braced for my magic to lash out at him.

Nothing happened.

It had stopped roiling inside me around ten minutes ago, but I hadn’t dared turn back for Killian yet.

I’d gone so far I could no longer hear the echoing gunshots.

Or maybe they’d stopped for another reason.

“Miss!” the guy yelled again, arms pumping as he sprinted towards me. “Keep running!”

My heart leaped into my throat as his wide eyes locked onto something behind me.

I spun, grabbing a poison-laced knife in each hand as I readied to attack any hunter lucky enough to escape Killian’s massacre.

A monster lunged towards me.

The biggest smile split my lips.

“Get back, vile demon!” the mage roared, and a ball of golden light whizzed past my shoulder, heading right for Killian.

The demon sneered, batting the sunlight aside. It fizzled, charring a patch of leaf litter beside him.

Pitch-black wings framed Killian’s heaving chest. Blood doused him from too many open cuts, courtesy of my magic and a few ragged gunshot wounds.

Guilt and anxiety sank claws deep into me as I gaped at the damage.

He parted his jaws, exposing deadly sharp fangs, and roared right back at the mage closing in on us.

The mage leaped in front of me, using his body like a shield and raising a hand to ward off the snarling demon. His palm glowed like sunshine, matching his spun gold hair and molten eyes. The effect was like a supernova powering him from the inside out.

I side-stepped him with a glare. “Stop! What the fires do you think you’re doing?”

“Go, I’ll distract him,” he hissed under his breath. His eyes darted to me before they narrowed on Killian. “You’ll never lay a finger on her, demon!”

“What?” I blinked in shock.

Killian flexed his bloodied claws with a chuckle, a deep, husky sound that belonged in the bedroom. “Oh, I’ve done a lot more than that.”

The mage lunged, throwing his glowing fist towards Killian. I stumbled back as the demon flared his enormous wings, shoving me away from them both.

Killian side-stepped the next sunlit attack with ease, a rumbling laugh falling from his lips. “That all you got,pretty-boy?”

Kind of ironic, coming from the gorgeous incubus.

The sunny mage sneered, throwing a ball of glowing light at Killian. I flexed my claws, preparing to intervene, but Killian held a hand up to stop me even as he dipped out of the path of the sizzling magic.

“No, no, sweetness. Let’s see what your knight in shining armour has,” he mocked, his smirk as lethal as his raised claws.

“Both of you,” I hissed. “Stop it.”

This was so dumb.

The mage frowned, backing up a step as he glanced at me once more. “You’re…not in danger?”

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