Page 53 of Witch Untold
I stare at the dead ice walkers, knowing in my bones that this time, they won’t be waking up. This time they’re really dead.
And Cora…
I haven’t known her long, but she’s become important to me. A true friend. She didn’t deserve this. She…
“Sloane…” My voice cracks with emotion and my throat pinches painfully. “We have to find her bo—”
“Don’t.” Sloane’s boots crunch on broken glass as she walks away.
I look to Lauris and he shakes his head slightly, and I know. I see it.
Cora meant something to Sloane too. Something much more than she meant to me.
Sloane looks back with dull eyes. “Come on. We find her and we go home.”
Because if Cora is dead, then the seal is broken, and saving Elijah and Conah is no longer a priority.
We have an ancient warlock to stop.
Chapter Seventeen
Cora
The bus stop was the only circle of light in the darkness. A beacon that called me. I knew this place.
I’d been here before.
This was death. This was Tarrifel. The place where outliers went when we…
Died…
I was dead.
Oh, fuck.
Panic was a band around my chest. Wait, did I have a chest? I looked down at my bosom. Yep. It was still there.
But for how long?
I entered the circle of light. I needed to get out of here. I didn’t want to be dead. How did this work?
Think, Cora, think. But my mind was already fuzzy. Memories slipping away. It’s what happened in this place. I remembered that much. Focus, dammit. You have to get back. You need to save the…the…
Fuck!
Dammit.
“Frustrating, isn’t it?”
I spun to find a man standing behind me. Lean, athletic build with close-cropped dark hair. His snarky mouth lifted at the corners slightly as he tipped his head to the side and crossed his bare, tattooed forearms across his chest.
“Hello, Cora.”
“How do you know my name? Who are you?” I looked back at the bus stop. “Where am I?”
He shook his head slightly. “I do hate this part…usually, but things are different for you, gorgeous. My name is Loke. And we’ve met before.” He moved closer, and I took a step away from him. “Hey.” His dark eyes tracked over my face. “I won’t hurt you.”
For some reason, I believed him. “Where am I?”
