type she liked in bed. A
little demanding, a little dangerous. Someone who’d take charge but
make sure she was taken care of. Mmm…
She was still fighting
her libido when a loud bang sounded from inside the cabin,
startling her. Every muscle tensed for a fight. In one smooth
motion, she had her sword free and peered into the dim light. It
was silent. Was that good or bad? Where was Geo?
Suddenly, a creature
burst out of the cabin roof, sending pieces of wood sliding to the
ground. It shrieked then landed on its feet not far from her.
Covered in red sagging skin and the size of a small child, it
crouched down on all fours and growled at the cabin.
What the fuck?
She swallowed a lump of
fear. The creature swiveled around and looked at her. Its forehead
was distorted, giving it a sinister appearance. Large brown horns
rose up over its head like a goat. Then it smiled. If she could
call it smiling. Its lips curled away from its teeth, which lined
up in sharp rows like a shark. It almost looked happy to see
her.
Yeah, that’s right.
Underestimate me. It’ll be the last mistake you ever make.
She widened her stance
and held her sword at the ready. The creature leapt for her. Just
as her sword made contact with its neck, Geo ran out of the
cabin.
“Samantha!”
The body plopped onto
the ground in a lifeless lump and the head rolled off somewhere in
the dark. Geo ran to her.
She slipped her sword
into the sheath on her back. “Now, that’s a demon.”
A smile tugged at her
lips when she watched Geo’s expression turn to awe. She could get
used to that.
The illustrations of
demons in her books were accurate after all. But if demons were
small, wrinkled men with mandibles like Gremlins, then what,
exactly, was Geo? “I think it’s about time for you to tell me who
you really are,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
Geo ran a hand over his
horns as he stared at the demon’s body. He blew out a breath then
nodded. “Alright. I’ll tell you everything in the cabin. But I want
to cover our tracks first.”
He turned around to
head for the trees and that’s when she saw his hair matted with
blood in the back.
“Are you okay?” She
reached out to touch his arm then caught herself and pulled
back.
He turned to face her.
“Little fucker caught me off guard is all. I’m fine. Good thing you
know how to use that.” He nodded to her sword with a smirk. “I may
not have reached you in time.”
The one good thing her
older brothers did for her was to teach her how to fight – though
their lessons were often cruel. “Right. And a dead witch is a
useless witch.”
She’d meant it as a
joke but his face fell. His lips turned down in a frown and his
brow furrowed. “Right,” he mumbled then turned away. “Go inside.
I’ll be there in a minute.”
Did she say something
wrong? She shrugged inwardly. Strange not-demon dude . “I’ll help. I can
do a protection circle.”
He quirked a brow. “Can
you manage it without becoming…unpredictable?”
“It’s mostly when the
spell involves controlling nature. But this, I can do.” She got
down on one knee and dug in her satchel for the supplies.
Geo loomed over her.
“So your difficulties are related to the power Gaia gives you?”
Did he sound
suspicious? “Uh. Yeah.” She kept her gaze down and pulled out what
she needed from her bag. “But it’s my fault. I didn’t study hard
enough.” Jumping up from the ground she quickly changed topics.
“Anyway, let’s do this. I’m hungry and exhausted.”
His eyes narrowed and
she tried to act natural. She’d never been a good liar.
Witches derived most of
their power through the worship of Gaia – or Mother Earth. Through
her they could manipulate elements of nature – water, plants,
weather, even the dirt beneath her feet. A powerful witch who drew
the favor of Gaia could move the very mountains around them. But
Samantha’s family, the Blackthorns, were the black sheep of
witchcraft.
little demanding, a little dangerous. Someone who’d take charge but
make sure she was taken care of. Mmm…
She was still fighting
her libido when a loud bang sounded from inside the cabin,
startling her. Every muscle tensed for a fight. In one smooth
motion, she had her sword free and peered into the dim light. It
was silent. Was that good or bad? Where was Geo?
Suddenly, a creature
burst out of the cabin roof, sending pieces of wood sliding to the
ground. It shrieked then landed on its feet not far from her.
Covered in red sagging skin and the size of a small child, it
crouched down on all fours and growled at the cabin.
What the fuck?
She swallowed a lump of
fear. The creature swiveled around and looked at her. Its forehead
was distorted, giving it a sinister appearance. Large brown horns
rose up over its head like a goat. Then it smiled. If she could
call it smiling. Its lips curled away from its teeth, which lined
up in sharp rows like a shark. It almost looked happy to see
her.
Yeah, that’s right.
Underestimate me. It’ll be the last mistake you ever make.
She widened her stance
and held her sword at the ready. The creature leapt for her. Just
as her sword made contact with its neck, Geo ran out of the
cabin.
“Samantha!”
The body plopped onto
the ground in a lifeless lump and the head rolled off somewhere in
the dark. Geo ran to her.
She slipped her sword
into the sheath on her back. “Now, that’s a demon.”
A smile tugged at her
lips when she watched Geo’s expression turn to awe. She could get
used to that.
The illustrations of
demons in her books were accurate after all. But if demons were
small, wrinkled men with mandibles like Gremlins, then what,
exactly, was Geo? “I think it’s about time for you to tell me who
you really are,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
Geo ran a hand over his
horns as he stared at the demon’s body. He blew out a breath then
nodded. “Alright. I’ll tell you everything in the cabin. But I want
to cover our tracks first.”
He turned around to
head for the trees and that’s when she saw his hair matted with
blood in the back.
“Are you okay?” She
reached out to touch his arm then caught herself and pulled
back.
He turned to face her.
“Little fucker caught me off guard is all. I’m fine. Good thing you
know how to use that.” He nodded to her sword with a smirk. “I may
not have reached you in time.”
The one good thing her
older brothers did for her was to teach her how to fight – though
their lessons were often cruel. “Right. And a dead witch is a
useless witch.”
She’d meant it as a
joke but his face fell. His lips turned down in a frown and his
brow furrowed. “Right,” he mumbled then turned away. “Go inside.
I’ll be there in a minute.”
Did she say something
wrong? She shrugged inwardly. Strange not-demon dude . “I’ll help. I can
do a protection circle.”
He quirked a brow. “Can
you manage it without becoming…unpredictable?”
“It’s mostly when the
spell involves controlling nature. But this, I can do.” She got
down on one knee and dug in her satchel for the supplies.
Geo loomed over her.
“So your difficulties are related to the power Gaia gives you?”
Did he sound
suspicious? “Uh. Yeah.” She kept her gaze down and pulled out what
she needed from her bag. “But it’s my fault. I didn’t study hard
enough.” Jumping up from the ground she quickly changed topics.
“Anyway, let’s do this. I’m hungry and exhausted.”
His eyes narrowed and
she tried to act natural. She’d never been a good liar.
Witches derived most of
their power through the worship of Gaia – or Mother Earth. Through
her they could manipulate elements of nature – water, plants,
weather, even the dirt beneath her feet. A powerful witch who drew
the favor of Gaia could move the very mountains around them. But
Samantha’s family, the Blackthorns, were the black sheep of
witchcraft.
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