Page 7 of Witch Undecided
He’d been my anchor for almost a year as I navigated the outskirts of the witch world and tried to keep my distance from what I was. He’d been the soothing voice on the other end of the line no matter what time, day or night. He’d been my counsel and my friend and now…now he was about to go looking for danger to protect me.
Panic was a hot coal in my belly. Panic and fear. Fear that he’d be hurt or killed. That I’d never see him again. I couldn’t bear that. I couldn’t lose him.
He studied me with a frown, gaze tracking across my features, and then he blinked, the corner of his mouth lifting in a teasing smile. “Why, Cora Dawn, are you worried about me?”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course I’m worried. These are original vampires. Like uber powerful blood-sucking ancients. They’re unique.”
“So am I, Cora. So am I.” He dipped his head, pressed a quick kiss to my forehead. “I’ll be back before you know it.” He strode out the door before I could protest.
It hit me that I had no idea who Elijah was, or why he worked for the coven, or how powerful he was, but he couldn’t be that powerful if Charlotte had managed to lock him in a room for hours, right? Fuck. I hated that my stomach was now churning.
“He’ll be fine,” Jasper said.
“Yeah? And how can you be so sure?”
He smiled thinly. “The spell on the room to keep us pinned was Order-made, a level-ten enchantment.” He arched a brow. “Do you know what one of those is?”
“You know I don’t.”
“It’s one of the most powerful binding spells out there, and it takes blood and chaos magic to weave. Elijah broke it.” He looked at the door Elijah had just exited through. “I have a feeling our resident warlock is more powerful then he allows any of us to believe.”
I glanced up at him. “You sound almost impressed.”
Jasper looked at me, his emerald eyes bright in the gloom. “Oh, I am, Cora. I am.”
A shiver ran up my spine at his words, because up until I’d put the amulet on, Jasper had been one of the most powerful entities I knew. And if he was impressed with Elijah, then what the fuck did that make the warlock?
Elijah had a story, and my gut told me it was one I needed to learn.
