Page 34 of Magic Pussy

Rain paused. Most of that made sense, except...

"Ah. You haven't realized it yet. You're quite slow, little Rain. You know, when my kind created yours, we were very generous. We have one wondrous thing that makes immortality bearable. A soul made to match ours, created by fate. Although you live but a few decades, we blessed you with the same gift. Every mortal born on Earth has been attributed a fated mate. Humans are generally too wrapped in their own drama to even look for it, but his kind is different. A little more civilized. I've no doubt he already knows you're his."

"Luke."

The word was out of her mouth before she knew she was going to say it.

The creature smiled. "Smart little Rain. You've found him at last. Now you get to watch as I take him from you."

Rain straightened her spine.

"I'm not letting you pass."

The creature's smiled showed all of her white, white teeth.

"You don't need to, sweetie. Your sister has already opened the doorway. She's under the misconception that she can defeat me. Isn't it quaint?"

And on that note, the female stepped forward. Her form seemed solid, real, but she walked through Rain as if she was nothing but another specter.

Coldness spread through her, freezing her insides, hurting so damn much.

Rain closed her eyes, curling into a ball and rubbing her arms to warm up.

When she opened her lids again, she was back in Nola, in the cemetery, lying down on the altar. The creature had decided that Rain should watch her fight, and so, she would.

Rain tried to move as the female stepped closer to Michelle and Luke, her Luke. Only to find that she was trapped in her body, incapable of moving so much as a finger. Hopeless. Useless.

The creature grabbed Luke by the neck and threw him fifteen feet back, before lifting her hand to Michelle and blasting her with so much magic her sister stepped back, falling on her ass, despite her shields.

"Have you ever been useless, baby girl?"

Rain knew that voice. She couldn't see her, but Grandma Iris might as well have been in front of her right then.

"I can't move, Ma."

"Who said anything about moving, sweetie?"

She needed to. The creature was stepping toward Luke again. She knew she'd kill him, as she promised she would. Rain had to do something. She needed to...

All of a sudden, she knew exactly what she needed to do. Her grandma had a point. Why would she need to move at all? She was a freaking witch.

Rain concentrated, gathering all of her strength, all of her power, focusing in a way she never had before. She found the amount of energy within her practically endless, so much stronger than it had ever been. Soon, she realized why: she had channeled all of the ancestors who had passed through her as the anchor. She had the strength of all of her ancestors, thousands of witches, at her fingertips.

Rain let go, releasing all of it, pouring it into Michelle and Luke.

If she had been able to move, she would have smirked.

He could feel the change in him. Something was unlocked, unchained, clicking into place. He couldn't name or define it, until, all of a sudden, he could.

Rain. Rain was with him, within him.

She'd formed their mating bond, without a mark, without even touching him.

And now, he had magic. He might not be able to make use of it, but the next time the goddess threw her wave of energy around, it bounced off him. The shields Rain had put into place were strengthened to the nth degree.

That was more like it.

Ignoring the fact that the goddess was female, Luke shifted, and pounced on the bitch, digging his claws into her, drawing thick blue blood.

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