Page 99 of Witch Untold
The warlocks looked stunned, staring at the mess that painted the floor and us. Movement to my right. The shimmer. A dark shadow?
The warlocks attacked.
Power hit me in the chest, knocking me off my feet. My head hit the ground and the world dimmed.
“Cora, up.” Sloane hauled me to my feet and yanked me to the side.
Power grazed my arm, ice-cold and deadly.
“Evasive maneuvers!” Jessie cried. “Get the doors open.”
It was witches with no magic against warlocks with power. We might as well be fighting jaguars with dead fish!
A lance of darkness shot toward us. I slammed into Sloane, taking her down as the jet of deadly power shot over us. I landed on top of her and our gazes tangled for a moment, hearts beating as one. Her hard gaze softened for a fraction of a second and then her mouth twisted and she rolled, taking me with her.
Something crashed into the ground in the exact spot we’d been a moment ago.
We scrambled to our feet.
Around us the witches ran to and fro to avoid the warlock attack while Poppy and Jessie worked on getting the door open.
“It’s not gonna work.” I grabbed Sloane’s arm. “We need to find whatever’s blocking us and deactivate it.”
“It might not even be in this room,” Sloane pointed out.
Once again there was movement at the periphery of my vision. The pale smudge of a face set with dark eyes.
Shit. Someone was there. A hidden someone.
The shimmer happened again, closer to us this time. I let go of Sloane and ran at it.
Sparks stung my skin, blinding me. Then a hand was around my throat and angry dark eyes bore into me.
A warlock!
A chanting warlock.
The source of the spell fucking with our connection.
Shit, I couldn’t breathe.
The warlock’s eyes went wide, his grip loosened, and then his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell to the ground to reveal Sloane standing behind him holding a broken bottle of wine.
The world let out a sigh and a buzz lit up my skin.
Sloane grinned at me, electric blues bright in her gorgeous face.
We were back online.
* * *
Magic clashed,lighting up the room in a myriad of colors and charging the air molecules with a strange hum that vibrated in my teeth.
Jessie worked to disable the warding on the door while Poppy continued to watch her back. A warlock rushed her and bounced off the dome of protection she’d erected around them.
If anyone could get the ward down it was Jessie; all we could do was focus on keeping the warlocks at bay. With our magic back online, the odds had evened out.
Lightning shot out of my fingertips, easy and effortless, knocking warlocks back and throwing them off their feet.
