Read Online The Four Horsemen (The Light Series) by Tara Brown - Free Book Online Page A

the direction his nose is telling us to. We
get into an alley between two old houses, and suddenly I feel something I can’t
explain. It’s like being gutted or exploding from the inside. I double over in
pain.
    “Why
are you here?”
    Wyatt
turns around towards the female voice but I can’t. I am stuck in agony.
    Wyatt’s
voice is angry, “We are looking for the fire witches; we need to find the air
witches. The nixie told us to come here. Now stop or I’ll kill you, and it
won’t matter why we’re here.”
    My
wings shoot from my back, uncontrollably. I cry out as they do it, but the pain
she was inflicting upon me is gone.
    “How?”
She sounds stunned. I gag a little and turn to face her.
    “You
bitch, that hurt.”
    She
shakes her head, “You are the sin eater. How is this possible?”
    I
step closer to her, seeing the resemblance to the fire witch I met before. I
give her a hard look, “I will kill you if you don’t answer my questions, do you understand me?”
    She
nods, completely baffled.
    I
swallow hard, still a little out of breath, “I need you to do two things.”
    She
nods again, terrified or just completely confused.
    I
look back at him, “I need you to handfast us and I need you to take me to the
air witches.”
    She
is conflicted but she agrees with a single nod. She looks badass. Piercings in
her nose and lips. Her hair is black with red streaks and her eye makeup is
excessive. She is a Goth, a beautiful Goth.
    “I’m
Lila.”
    “Are
you the head of the witches?”
    She
shakes her head, giving Wyatt a deadly look, “You sure you want to handfast
with that?”
    I
laugh, “I am.”
    Her
eyes glow like mine but brighter, “You know what he is, right?”
    “Yeah.
He’s a Van Helsing. I know the stories.”
    She
shakes her head, “He’s an angel like you. You can’t trust them, Rayne.”
    I
scowl, “How do you know my name?”
    She
gives me a cocky grin, “I heard about what you did for my sister. You sucked
the death from her. I just never knew you were an angel. She missed that part
of the story.”
    Wyatt
steps closer, “Tell us how to find the air witches.”
    I
smile, “He means please. Please show us how to find the air witches.”
    She
laughs, “Let’s go to meet the others first.” She looks at our clothes, “You’re
going to need to change. You can’t do a ceremony in that outfit. Not since it’s
the second shot and, technically, it shouldn’t be able to be redone.”
    She
takes my hand and pulls me into the side door of the creepy old house. We go
down into the basement and through an old tunnel. She looks around, like she
can see like I can. “This was once the way out of the city. The witches who ran
during the trials came through these tunnels. We learned after the European
trials to build a way out, before we built houses. The American Witch Trials
were nothing, compared to the European. Of course the trials never killed many
real witches. Only healers, wet-nurses, mistresses of men who got caught, and
women who were too beautiful. The churches assumed they were witches because
they tempted the men. Of course if I am a married man and I want a woman more
than my own wife, that makes her a witch. Heaven
forbid any of them admitted to being weak. Men would rape women and call them
temptress witches. It was sick. We fled Europe during that time, fled for the
East Coast. I killed as many of the bad men as I could, but when they brought
in the witch hunters, I had to leave. We all did.” She looks back at Wyatt,
“None of us can fight off a Van Helsing, not unless we have a full coven. Back
then, women weren’t practicing in covens, too easy to get caught.”
    Wyatt
cocks an eyebrow, “You do realize I wouldn’t have been born during that time. I
can’t take blame for things in the 1500s and 1600s .”
    She
points a long black nail at him, “Changes nothing, Van Helsing. Nothing. You
and your kind…”
    I
cut her off and step in front of her, “He is my