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at it shall be the death of you.”
Mariah put her hand on his arm. “Please listen to her.”
Mariah took the chain, and before he could argue, placed it over his head. Her sweet breath brushed onto his cheeks, and inhaling her flowery scent, his muscles relaxed. The jade stone lay against his chest, warming him, soothing the tension, and soreness gripping him.
He clasped the stone. “What exactly will this stone do?”
“Your dragon is angry,” Morgana said. “When you transform, the stone will calm the beast, and you can control it. If you take it off, your beast will be in control, and all who you love will be at the mercy of a raging dragon.”
“We learned how not to kill when we fed, William,” Kane said. “You’ll be able to do the same.”
How could a small stone keep his dragon from murdering people? He needed to run away and find someplace where no humans lived, where no demons dwelt, and where no one would be in danger.
“If you retreat,” Morgana said. “Natasa will find you and control you.”
At the name Natasa, Solstice growled, baring her teeth.
William lifted his eyebrow. “Natasa?”
“ Oui ,” Morgana said. “She is coming, looking for you.”
Kane stood, put his palms on the table, and leaned toward Morgana. “Speak plain. Who is Natasa?”
“I will show you,” Morgana said. She closed her eyes, lowered her head and murmured a French chant.
“ Grand-mère ,” Mariah gasped. “No.” Her face paled, and her violet eyes rounded.
William clasped her hand, and she squeezed it tight. He could feel her trembling. “What are you doing, witch?”
The flickering fire dimmed, the warmth vanishing. Black smoke swirled out of the cauldron. William cringed at the stench. He exhaled and could see his breath.
“What’s happening?” Ronan demanded. He grabbed his forehead. “I feel dizzy.”
Morgana opened her eyes. “Evil is a sickness.” She pointed at the fireplace. “Look.”
Solstice snarled, staring at the flames, her hair standing on end.
A pair of red eyes peered out of the smoke. The smoke churned into different colors of red, black, and white and whirled around the glowing eyes until a lass’s face formed. As the air turned colder, the face became clearer and sharper. Flaming red hair highlighted her white skin and ruby lips. She was beautiful, but evil reflected in her eyes.
The air seemed to be sucked out of the room, and William labored to breathe. A hand squeezed his heart, and fear penetrated deep into his soul.
“So, you’ve summoned me, Morgana? Your powers are waning, shriveled witch,” the lass said. “Death is around the corner.”
Natasa pointed at William. He had the sensation of a fingernail scraping down the back of his neck, and he glanced over his shoulder to see who was behind him. No one. He held the demon lass’s gaze and refused to look away. She tried to instill fear in him, and damn, ’twas working.
Mariah choked on a sob.
William gripped her hand harder. She clutched him tight, her hand shaking.
“Silence,” Morgana barked at Mariah.
Natasa glared at Mariah. “So, this is your granddaughter. I can feel your power, girl. But you’re no match for me.”
“Leave her alone,” William growled.
Natasa laughed. “Ah, yes, the dragon. Soon you shall both be under my power.”
Morgana clapped her hands. With a loud pop, the fire roared. Nastasa snarled, her red eyes dimmed. “You’ll not dismiss me so easily. I’ll—”
But the flickering flames smothered away her hateful voice. The fire snapped. Darkness blanketed them. As chills ran up William’s spine, he strained to hear the demon’s foul voice. But there was nothing.
Mariah leaned close. He released her hand and draped his arm around her quaking shoulders.
Someone clapped. The fire ignited in the hearth.Warmth returned into the brick room. Morgana burned sage, the sweet smell lifting William’s spirits.
Curious faces stared at William and Mariah. All except
Mariah put her hand on his arm. “Please listen to her.”
Mariah took the chain, and before he could argue, placed it over his head. Her sweet breath brushed onto his cheeks, and inhaling her flowery scent, his muscles relaxed. The jade stone lay against his chest, warming him, soothing the tension, and soreness gripping him.
He clasped the stone. “What exactly will this stone do?”
“Your dragon is angry,” Morgana said. “When you transform, the stone will calm the beast, and you can control it. If you take it off, your beast will be in control, and all who you love will be at the mercy of a raging dragon.”
“We learned how not to kill when we fed, William,” Kane said. “You’ll be able to do the same.”
How could a small stone keep his dragon from murdering people? He needed to run away and find someplace where no humans lived, where no demons dwelt, and where no one would be in danger.
“If you retreat,” Morgana said. “Natasa will find you and control you.”
At the name Natasa, Solstice growled, baring her teeth.
William lifted his eyebrow. “Natasa?”
“ Oui ,” Morgana said. “She is coming, looking for you.”
Kane stood, put his palms on the table, and leaned toward Morgana. “Speak plain. Who is Natasa?”
“I will show you,” Morgana said. She closed her eyes, lowered her head and murmured a French chant.
“ Grand-mère ,” Mariah gasped. “No.” Her face paled, and her violet eyes rounded.
William clasped her hand, and she squeezed it tight. He could feel her trembling. “What are you doing, witch?”
The flickering fire dimmed, the warmth vanishing. Black smoke swirled out of the cauldron. William cringed at the stench. He exhaled and could see his breath.
“What’s happening?” Ronan demanded. He grabbed his forehead. “I feel dizzy.”
Morgana opened her eyes. “Evil is a sickness.” She pointed at the fireplace. “Look.”
Solstice snarled, staring at the flames, her hair standing on end.
A pair of red eyes peered out of the smoke. The smoke churned into different colors of red, black, and white and whirled around the glowing eyes until a lass’s face formed. As the air turned colder, the face became clearer and sharper. Flaming red hair highlighted her white skin and ruby lips. She was beautiful, but evil reflected in her eyes.
The air seemed to be sucked out of the room, and William labored to breathe. A hand squeezed his heart, and fear penetrated deep into his soul.
“So, you’ve summoned me, Morgana? Your powers are waning, shriveled witch,” the lass said. “Death is around the corner.”
Natasa pointed at William. He had the sensation of a fingernail scraping down the back of his neck, and he glanced over his shoulder to see who was behind him. No one. He held the demon lass’s gaze and refused to look away. She tried to instill fear in him, and damn, ’twas working.
Mariah choked on a sob.
William gripped her hand harder. She clutched him tight, her hand shaking.
“Silence,” Morgana barked at Mariah.
Natasa glared at Mariah. “So, this is your granddaughter. I can feel your power, girl. But you’re no match for me.”
“Leave her alone,” William growled.
Natasa laughed. “Ah, yes, the dragon. Soon you shall both be under my power.”
Morgana clapped her hands. With a loud pop, the fire roared. Nastasa snarled, her red eyes dimmed. “You’ll not dismiss me so easily. I’ll—”
But the flickering flames smothered away her hateful voice. The fire snapped. Darkness blanketed them. As chills ran up William’s spine, he strained to hear the demon’s foul voice. But there was nothing.
Mariah leaned close. He released her hand and draped his arm around her quaking shoulders.
Someone clapped. The fire ignited in the hearth.Warmth returned into the brick room. Morgana burned sage, the sweet smell lifting William’s spirits.
Curious faces stared at William and Mariah. All except
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