you.”
Tears poured from Ava’s eyes, disbelieving. “Who is Belinda Turner? Maeve, please—”
“I’m sorry, I should have told you sooner . . . but I know you are destined for great things.” Maeve gave her a weak smile. A blinding bright light flashed, then Maeve was gone.
“Where is she?” Ava demanded, confusion and anger vying for control. “You said she was immortal. Doesn’t that mean she can’t die?”
“No, immortal’s can die, but it’s complicated. I don’t believe Maeve died.”
At that statement, her temper rose. “Then where did she go?”
He drew her to her feet. “I don’t know, Ava, but I wouldn’t give up hope. Right now we have to move. The demons will be back.”
“What do you mean ‘we’?” She followed him around the house as he collected food and blankets.
He found a plastic bag in the kitchen and shoved the items in, then turned to face her. “I’m going with you.” She shook her head at his words. “Whether you like it or not, you need me. You will have a better chance of finding your sisters and not getting yourself killed if we go together.”
He started to turn from her but she grabbed his arm, forcing him to face her once more. “I don’t know, or even understand, everything that’s happening right now, but what I do know is that my sisters were kidnapped. I have to go to the police.”
His face grew dark at her words, making her take a step back. “You have no idea what you’re up against. The police won’t be able to do shit. Now listen to me, I will help you get your sisters back and afterward, if you want me out of your life, I. Will. Leave. Deal?”
She turned away from him, resting her palms on her once organized and clean kitchen counter. Her eyes scanned the mess, the scattered debris, the deep scratches that came from a set of claws.
She sighed.
He was right. She didn’t know what the hell was going on or who she needed to look out for or what she was up against.
None of this made sense. Why were her sister taken in the first place? Just because they were, what? Witches?
A quick glance over her shoulder told her Lucas was still waiting for her answer. His wide, set stance, crossed arms, strong, determined jaw, and bulging veins in his neck told her his patience was wearing thin. She wasn’t even sure that she could trust him. Still, if he had wanted to harm her, he’d had plenty of opportunities.
Plus, he did save her form those things last night. On top of that, he seemed to be the only person who knew what was happening right now. She turned back to him, then nodded. “Deal!”
Lucas continued to search the house for supplies while she froze in place. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes away from the wreckage that had once been her home.
Sad didn’t begin to cover what she felt. She was angry as hell, and her eyes ached with tears that she refused to shed. This was not her home, not anymore. She knew she could never return to this place that had once held such wonderful memories, now replaced by visuals of demons, blood, and destruction.
On the counter she found an oil lamp, which had once provided light when the power went out. Now it would become a different type of tool.
She picked it up and threw it against the wall, shattering the lamp and allowing the oil to leak onto the floor. With wooden movements, she crossed to the stove and picked up the box of matches. Lighting the stick with a swift flick of her wrist against the rough edge of the box, she watched as the flame took hold.
When she was about to throw the small flame onto the oil, Lucas grabbed her arm.
She hadn’t even known he was standing next to her, but now his presence was hard to ignore.
His eyes locked with hers. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Her eyes moved back to the flame. She couldn’t believe that the past twelve hours were true. Her life had changed so much in such a short time. Nothing would ever be the same. She would never be the
Tears poured from Ava’s eyes, disbelieving. “Who is Belinda Turner? Maeve, please—”
“I’m sorry, I should have told you sooner . . . but I know you are destined for great things.” Maeve gave her a weak smile. A blinding bright light flashed, then Maeve was gone.
“Where is she?” Ava demanded, confusion and anger vying for control. “You said she was immortal. Doesn’t that mean she can’t die?”
“No, immortal’s can die, but it’s complicated. I don’t believe Maeve died.”
At that statement, her temper rose. “Then where did she go?”
He drew her to her feet. “I don’t know, Ava, but I wouldn’t give up hope. Right now we have to move. The demons will be back.”
“What do you mean ‘we’?” She followed him around the house as he collected food and blankets.
He found a plastic bag in the kitchen and shoved the items in, then turned to face her. “I’m going with you.” She shook her head at his words. “Whether you like it or not, you need me. You will have a better chance of finding your sisters and not getting yourself killed if we go together.”
He started to turn from her but she grabbed his arm, forcing him to face her once more. “I don’t know, or even understand, everything that’s happening right now, but what I do know is that my sisters were kidnapped. I have to go to the police.”
His face grew dark at her words, making her take a step back. “You have no idea what you’re up against. The police won’t be able to do shit. Now listen to me, I will help you get your sisters back and afterward, if you want me out of your life, I. Will. Leave. Deal?”
She turned away from him, resting her palms on her once organized and clean kitchen counter. Her eyes scanned the mess, the scattered debris, the deep scratches that came from a set of claws.
She sighed.
He was right. She didn’t know what the hell was going on or who she needed to look out for or what she was up against.
None of this made sense. Why were her sister taken in the first place? Just because they were, what? Witches?
A quick glance over her shoulder told her Lucas was still waiting for her answer. His wide, set stance, crossed arms, strong, determined jaw, and bulging veins in his neck told her his patience was wearing thin. She wasn’t even sure that she could trust him. Still, if he had wanted to harm her, he’d had plenty of opportunities.
Plus, he did save her form those things last night. On top of that, he seemed to be the only person who knew what was happening right now. She turned back to him, then nodded. “Deal!”
Lucas continued to search the house for supplies while she froze in place. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes away from the wreckage that had once been her home.
Sad didn’t begin to cover what she felt. She was angry as hell, and her eyes ached with tears that she refused to shed. This was not her home, not anymore. She knew she could never return to this place that had once held such wonderful memories, now replaced by visuals of demons, blood, and destruction.
On the counter she found an oil lamp, which had once provided light when the power went out. Now it would become a different type of tool.
She picked it up and threw it against the wall, shattering the lamp and allowing the oil to leak onto the floor. With wooden movements, she crossed to the stove and picked up the box of matches. Lighting the stick with a swift flick of her wrist against the rough edge of the box, she watched as the flame took hold.
When she was about to throw the small flame onto the oil, Lucas grabbed her arm.
She hadn’t even known he was standing next to her, but now his presence was hard to ignore.
His eyes locked with hers. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Her eyes moved back to the flame. She couldn’t believe that the past twelve hours were true. Her life had changed so much in such a short time. Nothing would ever be the same. She would never be the
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