Page 53 of Livewire Witch

Things have just gone from bad to we’re totally fucked.

“I think I’ll have a little snack first. Then I’ll kill your friend here and after that, I’ll head on out to let you replenish that delicious blood. I wonder how long I can keep you. You can be my little pet.”

Jesus, fuck. Silver was right to question it earlier. Did this guy open his mouth when Fabian was trying to do a deal with him? He must have let someone else do the talking, or surely Fabian would have seen that the vamp is one creepy, untrustworthy fucker.

I keep my thoughts to myself, obviously. No quippy response to the vamp who literally has Silver by the throat. His claws are now digging in through the first layers of skin, and I can see blood trickling and pooling around her clavicle.

My hands are clenched into fists and I can feel panic and rage rumbling up inside me, desperate to get out. This fucking vamp has Silver and is two seconds from keeping her as his little blood slave. He’s also planning on killing me, but I find myself more bothered by the thought of him hurting her than turning on me.

In the distance outside, there’s a rumble of thunder.

Probably because I know that it’ll be one swift snap of my neck and I’m gone. While being stuck in this basement to be drained of blood every so often? Yeah, that’s a psycho’s game and a total nightmare.

It’s also not something that’s happening on my watch.

No fucking way. There has to be something that can help us.

“Little Witch,”I think the words as loudly as I can, hoping she can hear me right now.“Can you try to compel this Simpson guy to let you go?”

Her reply is enough to send an icepick through my chest. “I’m drained, Z. There’s barely any magic left inside me.”

Fuck. Of course, her magic is almost drained. All day, she’s kept up a constant glamor, plus the compulsion and telepathy. All while I’ve been sitting on my ass and trying to ignore my hard dick.

I’ve not exactly been pulling my weight.

Too bad we’re in a basement and I’m a fucking storm mage. I can make it drizzle outside. I can even summon a gale, but I’m not sure what good that’ll do to get Silver away from this psycho.

I need something precise. Something that’s not going to get her throat ripped out in the process.

Taking in the cramped basement room with its scent of damp and mildew, I scan for anything I can use as a weapon. Too bad the vamp has super speed, and while I’m lighter on my feet than a guy my size should be, I’m not exactly the same level as him.

Silver’s eyes meet mine and I can see the fear in them. It’s something I’ve never seen in her before. Even when I’ve been an intimidating asshole, even when we were outnumbered with underlings that meant us harm, she seemed totally calm about the situation.

Another trickle of blood rolls down her neck and my fists clench even harder.

I need some way of forcing my magic out of myself and aiming it at Simpson. The only time it’s ever happened before has been in self defense, where my magic has acted unconsciously to protect me and my brothers. And Silver, back in the warehouse.

Think, man. Think.

The seconds are counting down as Simpson sniffs at Silver again and murmurs too quietly for me to make out the words. He’s got her held in one clawed hand, while he uses the other to toy with the manacles. The sight of him dragging my little witch around like a doll has another surge of rage bubbling up inside me.

Focusing on the magic that pools inside my gut, I draw on it. Fast and hard, like yanking a chainsaw chain.

Thunder rumbles again somewhere in the distance and my skin prickles with my awareness of it. It’s like the room is growing charged with every second that I wait.

Tense and ready to strike.

My magic pools in my gut. Growing and gaining in strength until my hair stands on end and I feel like I’m supercharged.

Silver’s eyes widen when she looks at me and I wonder if the curls on my head are standing on end. Sure feels like it.

I’m not normally a patient guy. And I sure as hell don’t usually use magic in this way, waiting and holding my breath for the right moment to release it.

But I can’t fuck this up.

I hold out just until Simpson twists away, his attention on the chain he’s about to hook Silver up to.

And I release everything that’s been building inside of me.

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