Page 44 of Witch's Betrayal
I bristled internally. He was impossible to read. All signs pointed to him being full of shit, not to mention I still didn't want him anywhere near me for any reason. But I had no solid proof either way and that was what infuriated me the most.
"Then you'll have our gratitude," I said. "And our trust."
I laced my fingers with Ash's and squeezed, eager to be away from Seth, my grandmother, this city, all of this.
"Ready to go, angel?"
He squeezed his hand back in an affirmative and brushed his lips against my ear.
"Close your eyes, my love."
I did as he instructed and couldn't prepare myself for the sensation that followed. The house and all the space surrounding me seemed to get sucked away by a vacuum.
When I opened my eyes, the four of us stood in an entirely different house. The guys went to flick on light switches which revealed an open floor plan and large windows letting in silvery moonlight. Wood paneling covered the walls and floors. A black wood fire stove sat between the kitchen and the open, sparsely furnished living room. Dense pine trees covered what I could see outside and crickets proudly chirped their song.
Earth magic was so strong here. I felt it coming through the walls and surging up from the ground. After everything that just happened, I felt a small sense of relief from this place. It would strengthen me. It would wrap me up in its energy and nurture me. Even if hunters came after us, as long as I had my lovers with me, we just might be okay.
