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breath, tasting the scent across my tongue and feeling the bloodlust rise within me.
George stepped forward, placing his hand out in front of him. Red flickers of light danced across the tips of his fingers like tiny sparks of electricity, steadily increasing in colour, intensity and energy.
The policeman watched in disbelief. He couldn’t seem to move. He was completely transfixed by the seemingly unlikely possibility that magic could even exist.
His eyes widened in shock and awe as George took another step closer and touched a finger to the policeman’s forehead. Light pulsed through the end of his finger and spread a warm wash of red over the policeman’s entire face. It soaked into his skin like a tide of thick, red water that consumed his skin inch by inch until he looked as red as a tomato.
‘ Defanacus ,’ George murmured, before releasing his finger and squatting down in front of the officer.
The policeman was instantly still, his eyes unfocused as if caught in a trance.
‘You will get back into your squad car, turn around and head back to the fire,’ George said quietly. ‘You are satisfied that we answered all of your questions, finding nothing suspicious or reasons to detain us. Do you understand?’
The policeman nodded. George stood up and came back to the car, lowering himself into the seat and starting the engine.
I glanced back down at the officer, who was still sitting in a daze in the middle of the road and then continued to watch him as our car pulled away. I had only seen the Defanacus charm used once, and that was purely for training purposes. This powerful spell caused memory loss and transplanted memories over others. It was not dissimilar to the compelling or glamour techniques of a vampire. I wondered briefly if it had ever been used on me before.
Probably.
It would certainly explain all of the holes in my knowledge of my own life.
‘Still pretending to be asleep, Elena?’ George asked quietly as he pulled onto the highway, the car almost rolling up onto two wheels as he turned.
Lucas snorted again loudly and then sat up. He opened his eyes as if someone had just shaken him awake. ‘What did I miss?’ he said sleepily, rubbing his fingers across his eyes. There was a small trail of drool running down his chin and he quickly wiped it away.
‘Nothing,’ George countered. ‘Elena and I are just about to discuss her punishment for tonight’s stupidity.’
Lucas grinned and looked over at me, rubbing his hands together in delight. ‘Excellent,’ was all he said. If I hadn’t been such a good sister, I probably would have
smacked him in the face right now, just to wipe away the supercilious grin he was still wearing.
What a dumb ass.
CHAPTER THREE:
SECRETS
T he harsh Queensland sunlight streamed in through the open window and rapidly began to warm the swathes of fabric huddled around me, despite the winter chill in the air.
August was a fantastic time in Cairns. It was still cold enough to enjoy wearing jackets and jeans, but warm enough during the day that neither was exactly necessary. At least it was warmer here than it had been in Brisbane.
I pulled the blanket up over my head to shut out the light that was trying to break through my closed eyelids. I could have slept for a few more hours if it hadn’t been for the fact that it was fast becoming a sauna under all these layers, and my alarm clock was no doubt going to go off at any minute.
I groaned loudly and flung the blanket off my slightly sweaty body and reluctantly pushed myself up off the bed.
Why hadn’t I called in sick?
It was Saturday today, which meant I had to go to work. Not something I was particularly looking forward to given we’d only just arrived home again, late last night. Hunting those two werewolves yesterday had to be infinitely more exciting than fluffing pillows and arranging table displays at the furniture store where I worked. Not to mention that I was dead tired.
The trip had
George stepped forward, placing his hand out in front of him. Red flickers of light danced across the tips of his fingers like tiny sparks of electricity, steadily increasing in colour, intensity and energy.
The policeman watched in disbelief. He couldn’t seem to move. He was completely transfixed by the seemingly unlikely possibility that magic could even exist.
His eyes widened in shock and awe as George took another step closer and touched a finger to the policeman’s forehead. Light pulsed through the end of his finger and spread a warm wash of red over the policeman’s entire face. It soaked into his skin like a tide of thick, red water that consumed his skin inch by inch until he looked as red as a tomato.
‘ Defanacus ,’ George murmured, before releasing his finger and squatting down in front of the officer.
The policeman was instantly still, his eyes unfocused as if caught in a trance.
‘You will get back into your squad car, turn around and head back to the fire,’ George said quietly. ‘You are satisfied that we answered all of your questions, finding nothing suspicious or reasons to detain us. Do you understand?’
The policeman nodded. George stood up and came back to the car, lowering himself into the seat and starting the engine.
I glanced back down at the officer, who was still sitting in a daze in the middle of the road and then continued to watch him as our car pulled away. I had only seen the Defanacus charm used once, and that was purely for training purposes. This powerful spell caused memory loss and transplanted memories over others. It was not dissimilar to the compelling or glamour techniques of a vampire. I wondered briefly if it had ever been used on me before.
Probably.
It would certainly explain all of the holes in my knowledge of my own life.
‘Still pretending to be asleep, Elena?’ George asked quietly as he pulled onto the highway, the car almost rolling up onto two wheels as he turned.
Lucas snorted again loudly and then sat up. He opened his eyes as if someone had just shaken him awake. ‘What did I miss?’ he said sleepily, rubbing his fingers across his eyes. There was a small trail of drool running down his chin and he quickly wiped it away.
‘Nothing,’ George countered. ‘Elena and I are just about to discuss her punishment for tonight’s stupidity.’
Lucas grinned and looked over at me, rubbing his hands together in delight. ‘Excellent,’ was all he said. If I hadn’t been such a good sister, I probably would have
smacked him in the face right now, just to wipe away the supercilious grin he was still wearing.
What a dumb ass.
CHAPTER THREE:
SECRETS
T he harsh Queensland sunlight streamed in through the open window and rapidly began to warm the swathes of fabric huddled around me, despite the winter chill in the air.
August was a fantastic time in Cairns. It was still cold enough to enjoy wearing jackets and jeans, but warm enough during the day that neither was exactly necessary. At least it was warmer here than it had been in Brisbane.
I pulled the blanket up over my head to shut out the light that was trying to break through my closed eyelids. I could have slept for a few more hours if it hadn’t been for the fact that it was fast becoming a sauna under all these layers, and my alarm clock was no doubt going to go off at any minute.
I groaned loudly and flung the blanket off my slightly sweaty body and reluctantly pushed myself up off the bed.
Why hadn’t I called in sick?
It was Saturday today, which meant I had to go to work. Not something I was particularly looking forward to given we’d only just arrived home again, late last night. Hunting those two werewolves yesterday had to be infinitely more exciting than fluffing pillows and arranging table displays at the furniture store where I worked. Not to mention that I was dead tired.
The trip had
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