Page 56 of Lunar Diamonds
For the world’s sake, and for the sake of me seeing more of his face.
That beautiful, warm face.
“Well?” Zara stood upright again. “Find anything?”
I shook my head.
She rushed me, raising a fist. I didn’t flinch, holding my ground.
“Trash!” she seethed.
Indeed. Never more than trash, from my childhood to now.
“I can’t wait for the day I get to crush your head.” She stomped her foot, water splashing from the action.
Water?
“What’s this?” one of the other witches said. “Boss?”
Zara moved back, water sloshing around her boots. “Is there a leak?”
I stepped to the side, the water already passing my ankles, flooding my shoes.
“I’ll fucking kill you!” Zara screamed, lunging at me.
I dodged, kicking up water in her face. “How is this my fault?”
She barreled toward me, swinging a punch. It bounced off my forehead, a surge of kinetic force sending her flying across the kitchen. She landed in the water with a huge splash, her arm twisting beneath her.
“Motherfucker!” she screamed, a witch helping her to her feet.
“I think it’s broken, boss,” the woman said, examining her twisted arm.
“Fuck!” Zara hissed. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
They stayed on their side of the kitchen, Zara’s masked face pointing my way.
There’s more where that came from.
Within half a minute, the water came dangerously close to my knees. Regardless of the illusion, panic set in now. A tiny flutter, but there.
What next? Would I be spared or trapped in here until the High Coven descended to execute us? Would this house toss me out with the rest of these wankers?
Like the trash you are…
I gripped the edge of the island, wrapping chains around my mental locks. If I let the panic take over, I could lose everything.
Don’t falter now…
The water reached my waist, as cold as the sea on a winter’s day. Zara whimpered, clutching to the woman who’d helped her up.
“What are we going to do?” she asked pathetically.
The water passed my stomach.
“Help us, Drake,” Zara begged. “You have to help us.”
Isn’t it funny how things turn on a dime? One moment I’m trash, the next I’m the target of her desperation.
