Page 10 of Lunar Desires
Would there be witchcops on the other side? We weren’t exactly in a position for the High Coven to find out about House Aurora’s rising yet, especially considering the shame of my family’s past, and the fact that sacred witches were an absolutenopein their eyes nowadays.
But no amount of suppressing magic and ruthless control stopped me from becoming The Moon. They’d failed to stop the Aurora bloodline from continuing, and I guess it would piss them off greatly.
Yeah, best to keep ourselves under the radar for as long as possible.
I went first, side-stepping through the hole, horrible magic stirring around, wisps of blackness swirling, bulging to reach me. But the gap was wide enough for me to step into the open-air section of the platform safely.
Yay!
Cold wind ruffled my hair, its icy caress a welcome reprieve from my sweatiness. No witchcops here, but elevated voices were nearby, along with the sound of an approaching helicopter.
I caught my breath as Drake joined me. A heavy quake made me stumble into his arms. He held me, locking his dark gaze to mine.
I could drown in you…
Blinking, I freed myself from his hold. Everything could wait for later, when we were out of London, back behind the walls of the mansion.
Not to hide. Not to cower. But to regroup. The shadow witches were upping the ante quickly, so we’d have to follow suit. If they meant business, then so did we.
Bring it, arsesholes.
Okay. Grand escape first.
“This way.” Drake took charge. I followed him off the platform onto the rails, then to the three-spiked fence running alongside them on the left.
“Up and over,” he said. “You first.” He locked his hands together to give me a boost.
The ground thrummed, the stones between the rails vibrating. The whirring of the helicopter grew louder. Any minute now, it would appear above the glass roof of the station.
“We can’t risk being spotted,” I grunted, getting myself over the fence pretty easily.
The cloaking potion inside me was designed to hide any magical activity outside of the mansion, but not the whole of me.
The power of Aurora blood, which gave my physicality and durability a boost, got me up and over the fence. And training with the Bramble triplets also helped in the fitness levels department.
Lucky me. Past Riley would’ve struggled here.
I landed on the other side, heart pounding in my ears.
Hecate guide us home safely.
Pretty please!
Drake practically vaulted over the fence, landing like a cat, a warm sensation blooming in my belly.
The man could sneeze and I’d get a stiffy.
“Come on,” he commanded, directing me to a wall a few feet away from the fence, a street directly below it. Voices sounded from below. A lot of voices.
We crouched behind a big gray electricity box, taking a moment to plot.
Wait. My witch bangle could help. The light was green, allowing me access to three heavily diluted spells provided to shimmer witches to help whenever they were caught in a pickle.
I followed the steps, calling on the spell with my mind. Blue magic danced in my hands, ready to be clapped out with the commanding word.
“Hide!” I said, clapping my hands.
Done. Cast. For the next three minutes, I would be invisible.
