Page 107 of Bewitched By a Vampire

In front of it, a dozen ice daggers appeared.

They shot towards Night, and he, Grave and Isla broke apart, heading in different directions. Four of the shards shot towards him and he moved as quickly as he could as his thigh burned. He leaped right when he sensed one coming at him, dodging it, and then darted left and put on a burst of speed to evade the next two.

Jana unleashed another dozen shards as she lowered to the ground.

And then another as Night, his brother and Isla finished dodging them.

Night glared at the witch as he leaped over one of the daggers and it buried itself into the grass where his foot had been. He couldn’t get close to her when she was throwing the shards at this rate, and she didn’t look as if she was going to tire any time soon. He glanced at his brother as they crossed paths and then froze as a female screamed.

“Isla!” Grave bellowed and shot in a straight line towards his mate.

Night looked over his shoulder in her direction and he growled as she pulled an ice dagger from her thigh. Grave reached her, but before he could check on her, she had transformed into a ghost again, her eyes glowing ethereal blue as she narrowed them on Jana.

“Can you teleport?” Grave said, his face awash with concern as he looked Isla over.

She subtly shook her head. “Not right now. There is something in the spell the witches are using.”

Jana raised her hand above her head and a spear formed there. She threw it at Grave with such force that his brother barely dodged it. It struck the ground and shattered, and Jana followed it with another wave of ice daggers.

This time, three dozen of them.

Grave wouldn’t be able to dodge them all.

Night’s chest constricted and he kicked off, racing towards his brother, sending up a silent prayer he would make it in time as Grave readied his blade and stared the threat down. His brother was insane. There was no way he could cut down that many daggers. He was fast, but not that fast.

Grave’s sword and hands turned ghostly, and his brother’s eyes narrowed, concentration shining in them as his jaw flexed. He was trying to turn into a phantom. Trying and failing by the looks of it.

Night ran harder, his heart feeling ready to stop as the ice daggers neared Grave.

They were going to hit him.

A wall of flames burst from the ground, shooting high into the air, and the daggers hit it. They melted on contact, causing steam to billow from the flames, and Night looked over his shoulder.

Lilian kneeled on the ground a short distance away, her right hand outstretched and the other one pressed against the grass to support her as she leaned over, breathing hard. Her lips peeled back off her clenched teeth as she slowly moved her hand towards Jana, her arm shaking violently. Night looked back at the flames, unable to believe his eyes as they bent towards the blonde, gathering into a fiery vortex.

Lilian screamed and the vortex suddenly shot towards Jana.

The blonde dodged it, all her focus on evading the fire that snapped at her.

Giving Night the opening he needed.

He summoned all his remaining strength, shut down the pain that wracked him and flexed his fingers around the hilt of his remaining blade. He launched at Jana, speeding towards her while she fought the fire with her ice. Each spear that struck the flames destroyed them, causing the fire to dwindle and weaken.

But not quickly enough to save her.

Night roared as he kicked off, sailed through the air and brought his blade around, putting everything he had into one final blow.

Jana looked up, her gaze colliding with his, and she raised her hand as ice formed above her palm.

Too slow.

Night’s sword cut clean through her neck and he landed in a crouch with his side to her, his free hand pressing to the dirt to support him as the pain of his injuries caught up with him and his body shook from the exertion.

Jana wobbled and then toppled, her head rolling away from her.

A fitting death.

She had tried to take his once, and in the end, he had been the one to take hers.

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