Page 11 of Wild Ivy
“What did you mean about me?” Tate interrupts.
She flicks her green-eyed gaze back to him. “I didn’t know it was possible. I’ve never seen it before, but you, warlock, have managed to draw on your entire line of magick.”
Tate’s eyes narrow. “What do you mean, my entire line?”
Morrigan smirks. “Every warlock in your bloodline from the past. You’ve somehow tapped into all of their power simultaneously. It’s unprecedented.”
I glance at Tate, seeing the shock on his face. “Is that even possible?”
“Apparently so,” Morrigan purrs. “Though I’ve no idea how he’s managed it. Care to share your secret, little warlock?”
Tate shakes his head. “I didn’t do anything. It must have happened when we reversed time.”
Her eyes gleam with interest. “Ah, so you’re the ones responsible for this delightful chaos. How fascinating.”
“Fascinating isn’t the word I’d use,” I growl. “Now, what the fuck do we do about this mess?”
Morrigan laughs. “Do? Oh, darling. There’s nothing to be done. You’ve unleashed forces beyond your comprehension. The only thing to do now is survive the fallout.”
“Not good enough,” Tate snaps. “There has to be a way to fix this.”
“What exactly are you after?” I growl, ignoring Tate’s desperation.
Morrigan’s gaze bores into mine, hungry and predatory. “I want what’s mine, wildling. The power you stole. But it seems you’ve bonded with it in ways I didn’t anticipate. This complicates things.”
“Yeah, well, tough shit,” I snarl. “Find another way to get your jollies.”
She laughs again. “Oh, I do like you. Such fire. But make no mistake - I will have my power back. One way or another.”
“The snake is yours?” Tate asks, giving the serpent the evil side-eye.
“It is. Or was. It ishisnow,” she hisses. “You and I are closer than either one of us expected.”
“Fuck you,” I snarl. “We are not close at all.”
She smirks and pushes Tate’s power away from her to rise from prone to standing as only a goddess can. She brushes off her dress. “We are intimate, dear wildling. You hold my power in your soul. It’s more intense than if we fucked under the full moon. Don’t you feel it?”
Before I can do any kind of soul-searching, purple magick blasts through the trees and hits Morrigan in the side. She is knocked off her feet, stumbling into a tree a few feet away. “If you even mention fucking my man again in any capacity, I will rip your hair out one by one, followed by your eyes and then yourheart which I will burn. Are we clear, bitch?” Ivy moves into the forest with Torin by her side, looking vengeful and beautiful.
Morrigan straightens, eyes flashing dangerously as she faces Ivy. “Well, well. Jealousy in the form of Death. How delightful.”
“Back off,” Ivy snarls. “I’ve already dealt with one ancient bitch today. Don’t make me add you to the list.”
Morrigan laughs. “Oh, sweetness. You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”
“Actually, I do,” Ivy retorts. “Morrigan, goddess of war and fate. And right now, you’re seriously pissing me off.”
“You forgot death,” Morrigan says, eyes narrowed.
“No, you forgot IamDeath. Do you really want to find out what I’m capable of?”
Morrigan smiles sinisterly. I coil my magick, ready to protect Ivy from Morrigan’s attack, when the snake slithers over to Ivy and wraps its body around her leg before curling all the way up her body.
Morrigan lets out a noise that could shatter your soul if you were human and less than morally corrupt. “You dare take my power, little girl. I will eat you alive.”
“I’m not taking anything. It must like me more than you,” Ivy says with a slow smile. “But Bram? Be a love and take it back now?”
“No fucking chance,” I growl. I can’t. I simply cannot do this snake thing again.
