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No. This wasn’t happening. That belly…
My child…
My child’s in there…
“This is so easy!” she bellowed, more shades following her down the garden path. “I love it.”
A second figure strode out of the darkness. Tall, menacing, built from muscle and violence. He paused on the porch, directly beneath the light.
Marcus Kingwood, the ruler of the shadow witches, was here.
Chapter 33
RILEY
The damn inquisitor arsehole had betrayed us.
Scratch that. The High Coven had betrayed us, giving us up to the Kingwoods.
Unless this was part of some magnificent double cross to get Marcus out of the woodwork? To cut off his head and watch his house fall, throwing the shadow witches across the globe into disarray.
What if it wasn’t? What if we really were being sacrificed for the greater good?
My brother came to my side, his hands glowing with sunlight. “You ready to take them down, little brother?”
“More than ready,” I answered.
Marcus focused his gaze on us as he moved down the garden path with his daughter.
If it weren’t for him being head of an evil coven, I’d call him handsome. Buzzed silver hair, a chiseled jaw, a light golden complexion like Rihanna’s, and piercing green eyes that seemed to never miss a beat.
He joined Stefan, Rhianna glued to his side with a big pregnant belly and a smirk on her irritating face.
Every hair on my body stood to attention.
“So, this is what he looks like,” Isaac threw out.
Without a mask this time, unlike our first encounter at Aurora Mansion.
“This will bring peace for a while,” Marcus spoke in his unsettling, smoky voice. The arsehole put a hand over his heart. “I swear to not lay a hand on this city or any other as long as the conditions of this deal are upheld.”
What. The. Hell.
Rhianna joined in. “I like this fella.” She jutted a thumb at Stefan, who stared dead ahead, his face now unreadable.
Anytime you want to yank the rug out from under these scumbags…
Rhianna flicked her blonde bob. “But the minute the agreement’s breached, we push the big red button.”
“You need not worry about that.” Stefan finally spoke.
She stuck out her tongue out at me like a petulant child.
His child’s in her belly…
“You’re really doing this, sir?” Jake addressed his superior. “What did you do? Switch off the cannons and horns? Bow down and lick their fucking boots?”
“Mind yourself, agent.” A curt response indeed. “And if you try dissenting?—”
