Page 100 of Witch Untold
The fuckers didn’t stay down, though. Like resilient cockroaches, they popped back up to attack, again and again, but all we needed to do was keep them occupied until—
Someone screamed and my head whipped round to find Poppy grappling with a warlock. A lance of green power hit him in the back, and he convulsed and staggered away from her.
Sloane.
Jessie stepped away from the doors, shoulders slumped, shaking her head. “I can’t break it.”
Fuck.
“There’s no escape,” one of the warlocks said. “Resistance is futile.”
“Someone’s been watching too muchStar Trek Voyager.” I blasted him in the face with lightning, but he deflected with his dark power. “Why don’t you just die already.”
“I will if you do,” he sneered.
“We need to find another way out,” Poppy cried.
“There is no way out,” the warlock said.
The air rippled and more warlocks appeared.
“Shit.” Sloane appeared at my side. “This is not good.”
Behind us our witches continued to fight as the fresh wave of warlocks rushed into the fray.
They moved fast, slicing across the room with lethal intent. To my left, one grabbed a witch by the neck. She convulsed and crumbled into ash.
What the fuck?
“Move!” Sloane ordered. “These fuckers have the old skills.”
One of the four skills? Which meant the first wave hadn’t had these abilities because they’d have used them otherwise.
Someone screamed and my gaze flew toward the sound to see a witch on top of another. Fuck, was she biting her?
They had us turning on each other now?
We were overwhelmed.
There was nothing but the clash of power, bellows and yells, as we desperately tried to gain a foothold, but we were outnumbered, outmatched, and these warlocks had abilities beyond our scope.
There was no way we could keep this up.
A wave of power hit me in the shoulder, propelling me across the room and into Poppy. She grabbed hold of me to steady me, and I saw our salvation hidden in the shadows on the wall by the bar—a glass box with a “break in case of emergency” sign.
A fire alarm.
A fucking fire alarm.
So simple, yet perfect.
All I needed to do was jump to it and smash the glass.
Crimson light blooming in the periphery of my vision accompanied the crack of a whip. I turned my head to see a thong lashing toward me.
I made to jump out of the way.
Nothing happened.
