Page 30 of Lunar Desires
Ignoring the freaky whispering in my skull, I pressed on a few feet, only for five more shades to block me.
Damn swarm!
I heard movement behind me and spun to quickly assess the situation. Three shades loomed in the curve of the tunnel, the others still knocked out on the ground at their feet.
“There will be no escape!” several voices hissed as one.
“This witch is ours!” more added. “We will bathe in the special blood!”
Although my energy was at a fabulous high with no signs of crashing, a little bit of self-doubt crept it and told me this might be too much for a solo scrap, that maybe I should run and not get cocky.
What solid advice. Where exactly was I supposed to run to? It wasn’t like there were a million options for me to choose from.
Ugh.
Kill all shades…
Damn these inner voices.
Damn this tunnel.
Damn everything.
Including the man responsible?
I reacted out of frustration. If I used my power, it stopped me from thinking. I didn’t want to ponder, I wanted to pound these arsesholes and end the day with a glass of spiced rum with Drake snuggled next to me.
Two shades went into the ceiling, a third into the wall. But I’d left myself open to an attack from behind, getting kicked in the back. I stumbled forward, landing on all fours.
Crap!
I rolled, dodging a sliding attack then jumped to my feet, rage officially ignited.
Oh, now it’s on!
The shade sprang to its feet, hissing out its irritation.
Itchy fingers. Aching palms.
“Trip!” I clapped out the witch bangle spell, sending another shade onto its belly.
I spun to meet an attack, unable to use my power or a spell in time. The shade barreled into me. We went down together, me landing on my spine.
Damn. That hurt, but not like it would’ve before I put the lunar diamonds into the rabbit totem. Instead of a screaming pain or worse, only a dull and distant ache bloomed there.
The shade went for a bite.
I hit it with Tidal Pull, the damn thing spinning up into the ceiling, hitting the concrete face-first.
Itchy fingers. Aching palms.
Scrambling to my feet, I noticed more shades filling the tunnel from both directions. Unrelenting, a pure disease on this world.
By Hecate, what about Drake? Was he… Was he…
I swallowed a whimper, my anger rising, rising, rising. My bloodlust became a rampant thirst in need of quenching. These shades deserved a true death, not the recycling thing.
Actual death.
