Page 105 of Bewitched By a Vampire

It was enough for him.

For once, he was going to trust witches.

He couldn’t reach Lilian without Jana harming her, but maybe they could, if he gave them an opening they could use.

Night’s grip on his swords loosened and the hilts slipped towards his fingers, and Jana’s expression turned triumphant as she watched him surrender to her.

And then he noticed something.

He tightened his grip again, clutching his weapons.

Watching as Lilian’s breath turned to mist in front of her face.

Night smiled slowly.

Jana looked unsettled as she stared at him, and then her eyes darted around, taking in the other witches. Trying to see what he had. Victory. He had seen his victory.

Jana would die this night.

Maryon blew out her breath, watching it fog in the air, and whispered, “What’s happening?”

Night grinned at Jana now. “You messed with the wrong family.”

Jana locked up tight, her hazel eyes widening as she paled, and Lilian stiffened too.

Behind them, Isla appeared, her long white hair flowing in an unfelt breeze as she rose up to loom over Jana, the distant buildings still visible through her phantom form.

The blonde witch twisted towards her and hurled her free hand towards Isla, unleashing a spear of ice that went straight through the phantom, and giving Night her back. Big mistake.

Isla clucked her tongue at the witch.

Night kicked off, his gaze fixed on Jana’s back, and he readied his swords. He needed to be careful. Jana still had hold of Lilian. If his aim was even slightly off, then he would harm his witch.

He didn’t get a chance to land a blow.

Jana turned and shoved Lilian at him to stop him, sweeping her other hand out at the same time. A wave of ice daggers shot outwards in a fan, hitting several of the witches, including Maryon. The green orbs that had been building above the brunette’s upturned palms rocketed in all directions as the shard of ice punctured her left side.

Night dropped his swords and caught Lilian, twisting so his back was to the orbs as he curled his body over her to shield her. One of the orbs shot straight past them, narrowly missing them, and he growled.

Maryon grunted and dropped to her knees off to his left, and several witches screamed as they were struck by the haywire spell and hit the ground, shuddering as green lightning arced over their bodies.

“Maryon!” Petra yelled and raced to her side.

The brunette witch flopped onto her back, breathing hard as she stared at the shard of ice, her hands shaking as she reached for it.

Petra sank to her knees beside her and took hold of her hands, stopping her. “You’ll lose too much blood if we remove it.”

Night guided Lilian behind him and turned to face Jana.

She was gone.

He snarled, flashing his fangs as his senses reached outwards and he located her a short distance away. Running. She suddenly stopped. Why?

The answer became apparent when a bright red flash lit up the park, silhouetting not one but two figures.

Grave.

His brother kicked off, sweeping his katana up in a fast arc, and blue light detonated as it struck a barrier. Night checked Lilian was all right, smoothing his palms over her cheeks as she stared in the direction of Jana and Grave, her skin ashen and eyes dull. He could feel how tired she was, but he could sense something else too. She still wanted to fight.

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