Page 67 of Witch Undecided
So much for his connection being separate to the anchor bond we have with Cora. Tor’s jaw ticks. Yeah, he is thinking the same thing.
Stop dodging my question,Rune says.What are you?
“I’m a malevolent spirit.”
“And what is that?” Tor asks. “Who were you when alive? Were you ever alive? Where did you live? What did you do?”
A dark look crosses Jasper’s face and then his mouth flattens. “My life is none of your business.”
And then it hits me. “You don’t know, do you?”
Jasper’s jaw ticks and he looks out the window. “I remember being a captive. Being a blood witch’s plaything. I remember being bound to brick and mortar over and over again untilshecame. Until she set me free.”
Cora.
“I need her, yes. But I want her too.” His eyes blaze. “And nothing and no one will come between us.”
Tor growls and lunges between the seats, hand reaching for Jasper just as a sharp shock passes through me, followed by a desperate tug in my solar plexus.
We all freeze, gazes going wide.
“Cora,” we say in unison.
“Grab hold of me,” Jasper orders.
We do as he asks, and then the world splinters.
