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Authors: Janelle Daniels
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Contemporary, Ghosts, Psychics, Angels, Novella, sweet, enemies, loyalty, magick, Talisman, Estranged Mate, Epic Struggle, Magical Enhancer, Thieves Attack, Vicious Spells, Redwood Falls, Abandoned, Relic, Dark & Light Magick, Freelancing Business, Protect Mate, Dark Magick Wielder, Voltaire's Fortress, True One, Power Jeopardy, Precarious Balance
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Fighting against the net, she managed to twitch an eye. Useless.
His hands curled, drawing her forward like a puppet. His doll to command. No matter how hard she thrashed against his hold, her body involuntarily stepped toward his uncloaked car and climbed in.
Revving the engine, he sped off. She as his prisoner.
He adjusted his mirror before glancing at her. "I'll let you talk if you promise not to scream or cast." She nodded, before he added, "If I hear even a whiff of a spell, I'll muzzle you in a blink."
She swallowed hard. Any thoughts of enchanting her way out of this mess vanished. She’d bide her time, gaining more freedom before making her move.
The force around her mouth loosened, and she opened her lips, gulping in air. She'd been able to breathe through her nose just fine, but not being able to open her mouth exacerbated the need.
"Who are you?" If she could talk, she’d interrogate him, pump him for information that might assist her escape. She would get out of this.
"I’m Jack. Another freelancer like Zander."
Her heart stopped. "You keep talking about Zander. I assume you know him?"
"Sure." His fingers tapped against the wheel like they were on a Sunday drive. "We've worked together on a lot of things in the past."
"You’re friends?"
He shrugged. "You could say that."
"Then why are you doing this? Zander will be furious."
He grinned at her. "Yeah. He'll be pissed as hell when his mate turns up missing."
Her mouth fell open. He’s a monster. "So you know we’re mated? How could you do this?"
"Easy. The money. A client hired me to capture the talisman. Fortunately, Zander told me about the curse, that the talisman will deactivate if removed. That little tidbit saved my ass. My client wasn't happy to take you on, but he acknowledges it's the only way to have the talisman in his possession until it’s safely removed."
Her stomach clenched. It wasn’t true. He wouldn’t do something like that. "Zander?" She choked on his name. "Zander told you about it?"
Sympathetic eyes met hers. "Don't be too hard on him. He was concerned about your welfare. He wanted a way to deactivate the spell to ensure your safety before someone stole it. He knew it was only a matter of time until that happened. Fortunately for you, I knew about the curse. Now you’ll live."
Zander had jeopardized everything. How could he do that?
Tears gathered in her eyes. She'd trusted him, fooled herself into thinking he'd changed, into believing what they had was special, unbreakable. She was the idiot here.
The hold around her arm loosened and she quickly wiped her tears, grateful Jack remained silent.
Zander betrayed her. Again. She wanted to yell, to curse him, but couldn't. In truth, she could only blame herself. She'd let him in. She'd trusted him. Even Celeste warned her against it. But her heart hadn't listened. She'd let the enemy in. And now the bracelet was in danger.
"Where are we going?" She finally asked when the invisible net closed around her arm again.
"My client's fortress. You'll be kept there until a counter spell is found."
"And then what? I'll be killed?"
His hands tightened on the wheel. Maybe he wasn't as bad as she first thought. Maybe there was still a way to appeal to him, to persuade him to reconsider. "You don't have to do this, you know. You can just let me go."
He blew out a breath. "Nice try. I've contracted with the client, and there's no going back. Don't worry." He nodded to her. "I'll do everything in my power to keep you alive. It's the least I can do for Zander. I owe him."
Her mouth snapped shut. And she thought Jack wasn't all bad? Did the man have no conscious at all?
He turned on classical music, cranking the knob low. "You should rest while you can. It's a long drive, and I doubt you'll get much sleep once we arrive."
She gaped at him. Was he completely insane? Rest? After she'd been kidnapped? Like this was some sort of vacation and she needed to pass the time?
She jerked
His hands curled, drawing her forward like a puppet. His doll to command. No matter how hard she thrashed against his hold, her body involuntarily stepped toward his uncloaked car and climbed in.
Revving the engine, he sped off. She as his prisoner.
He adjusted his mirror before glancing at her. "I'll let you talk if you promise not to scream or cast." She nodded, before he added, "If I hear even a whiff of a spell, I'll muzzle you in a blink."
She swallowed hard. Any thoughts of enchanting her way out of this mess vanished. She’d bide her time, gaining more freedom before making her move.
The force around her mouth loosened, and she opened her lips, gulping in air. She'd been able to breathe through her nose just fine, but not being able to open her mouth exacerbated the need.
"Who are you?" If she could talk, she’d interrogate him, pump him for information that might assist her escape. She would get out of this.
"I’m Jack. Another freelancer like Zander."
Her heart stopped. "You keep talking about Zander. I assume you know him?"
"Sure." His fingers tapped against the wheel like they were on a Sunday drive. "We've worked together on a lot of things in the past."
"You’re friends?"
He shrugged. "You could say that."
"Then why are you doing this? Zander will be furious."
He grinned at her. "Yeah. He'll be pissed as hell when his mate turns up missing."
Her mouth fell open. He’s a monster. "So you know we’re mated? How could you do this?"
"Easy. The money. A client hired me to capture the talisman. Fortunately, Zander told me about the curse, that the talisman will deactivate if removed. That little tidbit saved my ass. My client wasn't happy to take you on, but he acknowledges it's the only way to have the talisman in his possession until it’s safely removed."
Her stomach clenched. It wasn’t true. He wouldn’t do something like that. "Zander?" She choked on his name. "Zander told you about it?"
Sympathetic eyes met hers. "Don't be too hard on him. He was concerned about your welfare. He wanted a way to deactivate the spell to ensure your safety before someone stole it. He knew it was only a matter of time until that happened. Fortunately for you, I knew about the curse. Now you’ll live."
Zander had jeopardized everything. How could he do that?
Tears gathered in her eyes. She'd trusted him, fooled herself into thinking he'd changed, into believing what they had was special, unbreakable. She was the idiot here.
The hold around her arm loosened and she quickly wiped her tears, grateful Jack remained silent.
Zander betrayed her. Again. She wanted to yell, to curse him, but couldn't. In truth, she could only blame herself. She'd let him in. She'd trusted him. Even Celeste warned her against it. But her heart hadn't listened. She'd let the enemy in. And now the bracelet was in danger.
"Where are we going?" She finally asked when the invisible net closed around her arm again.
"My client's fortress. You'll be kept there until a counter spell is found."
"And then what? I'll be killed?"
His hands tightened on the wheel. Maybe he wasn't as bad as she first thought. Maybe there was still a way to appeal to him, to persuade him to reconsider. "You don't have to do this, you know. You can just let me go."
He blew out a breath. "Nice try. I've contracted with the client, and there's no going back. Don't worry." He nodded to her. "I'll do everything in my power to keep you alive. It's the least I can do for Zander. I owe him."
Her mouth snapped shut. And she thought Jack wasn't all bad? Did the man have no conscious at all?
He turned on classical music, cranking the knob low. "You should rest while you can. It's a long drive, and I doubt you'll get much sleep once we arrive."
She gaped at him. Was he completely insane? Rest? After she'd been kidnapped? Like this was some sort of vacation and she needed to pass the time?
She jerked
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