Page 27 of Bloodmoon Hit
Was that . . .
“Aziz.” I breathe. It’s the only thing it could be.
Levana comes to stand in front of me, swipes the herbs over the blade, and chants something incoherent. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and she brings the blade toward me.
The pain of it is unbearable as she lunges it into my sternum. I scream at the burning sensation that consumes me. Levana’s eyes widen as she meets my gaze, her face going pale.
“You’re with child,” she murmurs just before she glances around. “Tis not possible, yet you are. Your child is a hybrid. Blood of a God. Blood of a Vampire.” She shakes her head and steps back, removing the blade as she moves. “‘Tis no time to do as I should. When the time comes, I’ll come back. Yes. That’s what will happen. Death can wait a while longer,” she says before vanishing into thin air.
“Levana!” Maera screeches. But that’s all she’s able to get out before hell itself descends upon them all.
In a blur of motion, Aziz is there, and he’s not alone. Orbs are blasted. Fire is thrown. All around me, I’m surrounded by chaos, but nothing hits me not even when it’s thrown my way.
“It’s okay,” a woman says, coming toward me from my side, behind her, a huge black wolf walks. “Don’t worry about him. He’s my mate. Actually, he’s your cousin. I’m Karsyn.”
“I’d say it’s nice to meet you, but . . .” I let my sentence trail off when I hear the screeching of a witch. I glance in the direction to see Maera having her heart ripped from her chest, and it was Aziz ripping it out.
My eyes widen as he drops the heart and moves to another witch to do the same.
“Don’t let the visions of this haunt you,” Karsyn says, her hand coming to press against my sternum over where I’d been stabbed. “Just breathe and feel the energy flow through you. I know you’re immortal, but you and the child should not have to feel the pain of it.”
Energy pulsed through me, and within moments, the wound was healed, and the pain was gone. The energy leaves me, and the chains disappear.
“Thank you,” I murmur, nodding to Karsyn. “I’d show you my gratitude for helping me, but?—.”
“Jett.”
I whip my head around at the sound of Aziz’s voice. Blood covers his clothes, hands, and splashes of it are on his face.
I rush to him and throw myself in his arms. I didn’t care about the blood. None of it matters besides being in his arms.
“I should have listened to you. I’m so sorry I didn’t.”
“Little one,” Aziz murmurs and presses a kiss to the top of my head, holding me tight to him. “Don’t be sorry for wanting to stick with what you need, but we’ll make sure from now on, you are not without a guard at all times. I won’t take the chance of this happening again. Not to you or . . .”
His voice trails off as I remember what the witch who disappeared said.
“You didn’t get all the witches. One vanished after she stabbed me,” I tell him. “She said?—”
“You’re carrying our child,” he finishes.
“How do you . . .”
“Let’s not worry about that right now,” Aziz says gently. “We’ll deal with the future as it comes. For now, let’s get you home.”
He starts to walk us away when I freeze, turn around, and rush from him to where Arely was still lying prone on the ground. Only she wasn’t alone.
Karsyn was next to her, along with the other wolves.
“Is she . . .” I couldn’t bring myself to say the word as my throat tightened with tears.
“She’s alive,” Karsyn whispers, her body glowing.
“We’ll take her to the clubhouse. It’ll be easier to help her,” one of the wolves says, having shifted back to his human form.
I divert my gaze not to look at him.
“Her name is Arely. She’s my best friend,” I murmur as Aziz draws me back into his arms.
