Page 33 of To Hell and Back
He just nodded and waited, seeming to have all the patience in the world. Knowing they were on the clock, she bit her lower lip and concentrated on using her new magical powers to allow her to see in the dark. Suddenly, her vision became clear, and she was able to view the entire area. It almost seemed unfair. Using her new god powers was as simple as breathing, whereas, using her witch magic had always been a struggle.
“I did it!”
“That you did.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Well done.”
Now that she could see through the darkness, she had a clear view of the storm raging outside of their protection bubble. They were standing in a clearing behind a small house that had already been partially destroyed by the pounding rain and wind. Several trees within the vicinity had lost large branches, and pieces of siding and roof tiles from other houses whirled through the air like deadly projectiles.
Killian flung out an arm, releasing a strong blast of magic that passed through the protection bubble and out into the storm. “Stay here where you are safe. I’ll be right back.”
“What? Wait! Where are you going?”
“To collect the supernatural. The storm seemed to be radiating out of that kid. See? It’s already weakening now that he’s down.”
Alarmed, she glanced around and saw a young man lying in the center of the small crater of dirt wearing nothing but a tattered shirt and ripped jeans.
“Oh my god, did you kill him? We need to hide the body.”
Seneca considered burying his body in the crater on the ground but thought that would be too tragic. Being buried in his own backyard would be a really shitty way to go. That was if the guy even lived there. He might have just been some poor dude that had been walking by. Besides that, burying him there reminded her too much of the makeshift graveyard in Whitley Dalkis’ garden.
“You can just use your magic to poof his body away, right? Let’s just do that. Or should we call the police and let them take the body away? No, no, no, we can’t get the humans involved, or there will be a shit ton of questions we can’t answer.”
“He’s not dead, mate. I just put him to sleep so his powers would stop causing this mess.”
She slapped his arm playfully. “Why didn’t you say so sooner?”
Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her closer. “I was too mesmerized by your beauty to speak.”
He lowered his head to kiss her, but Anika distracted them with a loud groan.
“Can’t you two wait until we are done here to do that?” During the chaos, Anika had wound up across the street from them, partially buried under a pile of debris. She cursed as she shoved a large piece of a broken fence out of her way. “Where is the bastard who caused all this?”
“Over here.”
Now that the magical storm had died down to an average downpour, Seneca slowly lowered the parasol. It immediately snapped shut and the protection bubble disappeared. She absently wished she had a way to transport the parasol with her while keeping her hands free. The parasol immediately vanished, then reappeared secured to her back with a crossbody strap.
Sweet.
Who needed a familiar when she had an ancient relic that could read her mind?
Even though the shield was gone, she still wasn’t getting wet. When Killian winked at her, she realized he was using his magic to protect them from the rain. As he approached the male sprawled out on the ground, Dario flew over to join them. Seneca was impressed as she watched him land lightly on his feet. He retracted his massive black wings so they disappeared into his back. His wings were beautiful, and she wondered what it felt like to fly.
“Enough of that,”Killian growled.“Stop admiring his wings, or I will cut them the fuck off.”
“Ouch. That’s just mean,”she said, trying not to laugh.“I’m not admiring him. I’ve just never seen a dark angel’s wings before.”
He grunted in response, then moved to stand over the prone male with Dario by his side. Seneca wanted to join them, but before she could move, Killian commanded her to,“Stay there.”
“Why?”
“He’s not dressed properly.”
She wanted to roll her eyes.“You can’t possibly be jealous. The dude is lying there like a corpse. That’s just ick. And that’s coming from the girl who just returned from Hell.”
“Fine. You may join us but be careful. The ground is slippery.”
Even as he muttered the warning, a clear, dry path appeared before her. Her powerful mate might have sounded gruff, but he really was a total sweetheart. She bit her lip to hide her amusement when Killian scowled and used his magic to repair the sleeping male’s clothes.
Seneca was about to tease him again but forgot what she was going to say when she heard another male’s voice inside her head.
