Page 52 of Lunar Diamonds
Asleep.
Double crap.
The masked arsehole turned his attention to us. Isaac tightened his grip on me.
“The Sun and The Moon,” the man said, that damn voice adding a second layer of goosebumps to my epidermis.
“Stay away,” I rasped, my throat closing up.
“Come with me.” Magic gathered on his hands again. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I highly doubted that.
“Do not resist the inventible,” he added. “You will be mine.”
“Who are you?” I demanded.
“Your future,” he replied.
A thought hit me. How could one guy pack such ominous energy? “Marcus Kingwood?”
He laughed. “Possibly.”
Meaning yes. By Hecate. Really?TheMarcus Kingwood, here in the flesh? Rhianna was bad enough, but the son of the deadliest witch to ever live? Wow. And not in the good way.
I stayed strong, even if my knees were practically knocking. “We’re not going anywhere with you.”
The shadow witch took another step forward. “Is that so?”
I straightened my back, resisting the squirming fear within me. This arsehole would not have us or this house.
Isaac released my shoulders, pushing his way in front of me. “I’ve heard enough.”
More laughter. “As you say, supermodel.”
My brother snarled and swung his arms out, his hands open. Incredible light filled the room, bursting from his open palms. As bright as the sun, packing some serious heat I only feltfor a moment, the temperature transforming into the pleasant warmth of a fine spring day.
Sunlight. Actual sunlight.
Wow.
Marcus roared, an arm over his mask. He stumbled back into the wall.
My eyes were unaffected. A perk of being his brother?
“Get out of here, prick!” Isaac yelled, keeping his sunlight up.
Marcus grunted. “I will have you.” He took off, his thunderous footsteps quickly fading away.
That was some seriously handy sunlight.
Isaac crouched beside Aaron. “I’m not sure if I can help.” The sunlight changed into a dimmer, rippling wave of golden light. It curled around his arms in pulsing rings, his hands sparkling like the sun on the surface of a lake. He touched Aaron’s chest, then swept his hands up and down the fae’s body.
Nothing happened. If anything, Aaron snored louder.
“Fuck,” Isaac cursed. “I thought that might work.”
What were his powers?
