Page 12 of Darkness Rising
This feels like a bad idea.
Despite how cute and homemaker this house appears, you never want to be on a Warlock’s bad side. Nollix tells me that even Demons are cautious when Warlocks are involved.
Nollix doesn’t seem concerned at all as he knocks loudly against the blue front door.
The wind catches his hair and he glances at me from beneath his long lashes before pulling his attention quickly away.
That’s how it’s always been between us. We cling to that avoidance because we both know confrontation follows if we don’t.
With great effort, the four of us combine our magic. It swirls around us chaotically in ashen colors. It takes concentrated power, but I feel it the moment it clicks into place.
The veil of invisibility that always shrouds my existence lifts away. It won’t last long, even I know that, but it’s a tingling and amazing feeling. The air feels cooler against my skin. I wish it could always be like this. But the revealing magic of the Wild Hunt has its limits.
Link stands at my side, shifting his weight. His knuckles brush mine.
“This won’t take long. It’ll be figured out in just a few hours.”
I step carefully away from him, avoiding his minimal contact.
I’m not a weak little girl who needs these fucks to take care of her.
“Did you ever think it’s a problem I could have taken care of myself?” My fingers dig into my palms.
“Well, yeah, but you don’t have to, Vi.” Link’s voice sounds harder now and even Jeriko glances back at the two of us. “The Wild Hunt is a family. Not that you ever wanted to be our family.”
My teeth grind painfully together.
“I don’toweyou anything, Linkin.” My lips purse as I glare hard at the side of his face. “I never asked to be your family.”
Nollix turns and levels me with a fuming look.
“You think any of us asked for this?” Nollix is right there in my face, breathing down on me with a manic look in his deep blue eyes.
My chest brushes his as I stare up at him.
“Step back from me. Now.” The magic within me shakes to life and I know when he feels it.
His eyes shift back and forth between mine as he considers me for a minute. The pink of his tongue rolls across his lower lip and he tips his head down even closer to me.
“Did it ever occur to you that Iwantto see the quiet rage you tuck so carefully away, Violence?” A taunting smile threatens his full lips and it makes my blood boil.
Why does he say the craziest things?
The pretty blue door swings open, and for a second, Nollix is still breathing down on me with intent.
“Cameron, how nice to see you again. Who are your friends?”
My attention shifts to the thief at my side before pushing past Nollix to see a smiling man. His eyes glow an eerie golden color as he gives Cameron a welcoming look.
“You know this guy?” I ask, my nerves prickling with anticipation.
Cameron’s lips part, but he’s cut off by the pleasant Warlock.
“Of course he does. Cameron’s magic is hard to ignore. He’s the most powerful Warlock in Fallen.”
All attention is on the sweet little thief at my side.
Warlock?
