Page 85 of Witch Unbound
But the warlock had eyes only for me. “I was sure we’d meet again, Cora.”
Itwashim. Oh, shit.
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Three more warlockspoured out of the mirror behind Scar Face, putting their number at six. The lab guy made a squealing sound and bolted out of the room.
Razor Smile slammed his palms against the glass in frustration. Yeah, buddy, I know how you feel, because there was no way to set him free now. I needed to beam out of here.
Wren was close enough to grab and so was Rune, but Ursula was too far away. I glanced her way, trying to communicate with her with eye-talk, but she had her attention on the warlocks.
Shit.
Scar Face smiled and the scar on his cheek bunched viciously. “Surprised to see me? No doubt you thought your skanky dog had ended me.”
“Who the fuck are you calling skanky?” Rune snarled.
The warlock’s brows flicked up. “In the flesh then, I see?” He smirked. “My kind don’t die so easily. You’d have to rip off my head for that.”
“Duly noted,” Rune said.
“I’d ask how you found our little operation, but honestly, I don’t care. You were meant to die, but you didn’t. This is my chance to rectify that oversight.”
The air crackled with warlock power and something stirred inside me, stretching and shaking itself awake. “What are you doing here? Why are you making changelings?”
His eyes narrowed and he pursed his lips, stretching the scar across his cheek even more. “Since you’re going to die here, I see no harm in telling you. These changelings are hosts. Bodies crafted for the taking.”
Wait… “For the revenants?”
He smirked. “Oh, you have no idea…None.”
My skin prickled and my hands itched. I had to get out of here, and I had to do it now. My vision sharpened.
The warlock raised his hand and crimson power shot out toward me. I grabbed Rune and yanked him out of the way. The warlock power exploded against the wall behind us as I made a beeline for Ursula, hand out for her to grab. Comprehension dawned on her face and she jolted into action, headed toward me. Wren was already clinging to my leg.
I locked onto Ursula and made the jump.
Nothing happened.
“Watch out!” Rune shoved me into Ursula as another bolt of power whizzed over our heads.
Not now. Not fucking now. I tried to jump again, but I could barely focus through the racing of my pulse and the blood whooshing in my ears. My hands burned and throbbed.
“I can’t jump.”
“It’s okay.” Rune’s eyes locked with mine. “Run. I’ll hold them off.”
He didn’t give me a chance to argue before bursting out of his clothes in wolf form and leaping at the warlocks.
“Rune!”
Like fuck was I leaving him. I scrambled up, then ducked to dodge more warlock spray before raising my hands to blast back, but although my hands burned and ached, my lightning power didn’t manifest.
Shit, shit, shit. What the fuck? Why was this happening to me now? Frustration was a hot coal on my chest.
Fuck this. I grabbed a potion from the harness across my torso and threw it at the warlocks to my left. The bottle hit the ground and a liquid spilled all over, but nothing fucking happened.
This was a nightmare. A fucking joke.
