Page 43 of Witch Undecided
A warning rumble echoed in his chest and the hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention.
“Leif?”
His haunches bunched, eyes flashing dangerously, then he launched himself at me with a snarl.
What the fuck!
He sailed toward me as if in slow motion. My hands crackled in response to the threat, but my nape pricked in warning. The threat wasn’t Leif, it was thick foreboding at my back.
I spun, palms shooting lightning as Leif sailed over my head and slammed into the dark figure that had been sneaking up on me. He passed right through it and landed lightly before spinning to face me, eyes bright in the gloom, lips pulled back in a snarl.
Where is it?
Fucking hell.
Duck!Leif ordered.
I hit the ground and the air above my head moved with a whoosh.
Leif leapt to land beside me, hackles raised, ready to attack and defend. A golden blur cut through the darkness toward us.
Rune.
Together they flanked me as the dark form materialized several meters away at the edge of the forest.
A man in a long coat and gray slacks.
Glasses glinting in the moonlight.
“Dimitri?”
He adjusted his cuffs and smiled thinly. “No need for the violence. I’m simply here to deliver a message.”
He’s not welcome on our land,Rune said.Tell him to leave.
“You need to leave.” I crossed my arms. “You’re not welcome here.”
“I will, once I—”
Leif snarled and Dimitri flinched.
Not as cool and collected as he made out to be, then.
I smirked. “I suggest you get the fuck on with it.”
“The Sons offer you one chance to avoid bloodshed. Come to them willingly and they will spare your coven. You have six weeks to comply.”
Tell him to go fuck himself, Leif said, low and lethal.
But my pulse was racing as the reality of this situation hit me in the face. Me or the coven.
No,Rune said.You or the fate of humanity. You’re too important. Remember the bigger picture, Cora. Remember what we fight for.
I took a deep breath. “You need to leave now.”
He adjusted his spectacles. “You could come with me. Save your—"
A deep growl rose up from behind Dimitri, then the Renfield was flat on his front, with Tor’s jaws clamped around his nape.
