Page 98 of Witch Unexpected
Tor’s red-rimmed gaze kept coming back to me, his body twisting as if wanting to leap at me, but Leif kept tugging him back. Slashing at his face and demanding his attention.
I had to do something. I had to stop this. My hands tingled, fizzing with power, but I didn’t want to hurt either of them. If I let the power loose, it would most definitely cause damage.
“We could make popcorn,” Jasper said from beside me. “Enjoy the show?”
He was fully corporeal now, which meant he could use his power to incapacitate Tor.
“You have to stop them.”
He arched a brow at me. “You want me to stop the competition from killing each other? Do I look stupid to you?”
“Jasper, please.”
My brooch flared bright green, and Jasper’s gaze dropped to it with a frown.
Tor smacked Leif across the room. The crimson wolf hit the bar so hard the whole structure shook. He slumped to the ground, and his body morphed into human form, eyes closed, unconscious.
Tor advanced on me, lips pulled back in a snarl.
Jasper blasted him with power, knocking him into the wall and holding him there. “You better get out of here,” he said calmly to me. “I won’t be able to hold him for long.”
Tor roared, bucked, and snapped, trying to be free of Jasper’s hold.
I rushed over to Leif. “Leif, come on. Get up.” I slapped his face, and his eyes popped open.
“Cora…” He squeezed his eyes closed then open again, alert and awake. “Tor?”
“Jasper has him; we need to go now.”
“I can’t,” Leif said. “Cora, my spine is broken. It’ll take time to heal. You need to run. Get out of here now.”
“Do it!” Jasper ordered. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold him.”
I didn’t want to leave Leif, but it was obvious it was me Tor wanted. Getting out of here was the only way to keep my friend safe.
“Go!” Leif and Jasper said in unison.
I turned and ran.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Running in a sheath dress was a fucking bitch. I hitched it up to my hips, knickers on display, and barreled out of Tor’s quarters, through the hallway, and into the glass corridor. Darkness pressed in on me from outside, and the lights flickered ominously.
I was almost at the entrance to the main Den when the doors behind me crashed open.
Oh fuck. Don’t look back.
I looked back.
Tor’s paws skidded on the floor as he went from carpet to hardwood. He regained his trajectory quickly, though, heading straight for me.
“Move, dammit!” Jasper stood at the exit, ethereal and furious.
I dove past him and ran for the games room filled with wolves. Someone would help; someone would stop Tor.
His roar was an angry abrasion that clawed at my back as I barreled into the brightly lit Den.
Heads whipped round to take in the spectacle of a wild-haired witch with her knickers on show being chased by a huge black wolf.
