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Rebecca stumbled backward, losing her footing, and fell onto her butt.

His harsh expression slackened, and he moved toward her, holding out a hand.

She glared up at him, some of her fiery temper flaring to life, and pushed to her feet, ignoring his outstretched hand. “I was trying to summon water. I’m thirsty.”

Azazel pulled it back, and an emotion she couldn’t read flashed across his face before it disappeared. He swiped his shorts from the tree nearby and slid them on.

Some of her anger banked. He was wearing those ridiculous shorts to make her comfortable.

“Cup your hands,” he instructed.

She blew out a breath and did as he said.

“When you’re ready, this is how you call it.” He held his palms facing down and flexed his fingers.

Pebbles rattled across the dirt and her feet vibrated with the nervous tension running along the ground.

“What’s happening?”

Rocks jumped and skipped as the rumbling intensified just before a thin stream of water shot from the earth a few feet to her left and rained down in a geyser.

Rebecca rushed forward, holding her cupped hands tighter and laughed as clear liquid pooled in her palms. She brought them to her mouth, slurped up the water, and repeated the action several times, not caring as the geyser sprayed her face and hair.

Light—blindingly bright—seared Rebecca’s retinas, and the world was momentarily black as her vision adjusted, taking in the brilliant white outline of a man hovering just above them in the air. He had seemingly appeared from nowhere.

Azazel flung out a hand, and a wall parted in their makeshift house. “Get inside!” he shouted.

Rebecca darted through the opening and whirled in time to see Azazel seal the wall behind her, leaving her in total darkness.

Chapter 10

Sophia

Sophia was going to kill the bitch. The moment she got her hands on the pale creature with a penchant for violence, she would wring her skinny neck.

“Elizabeth! Get down here and let me out of these handcuffs!”

No sounds came from above or from the other cells. It was the third night she’d woken from the other place to find herself trapped in Elizabeth’s dungeons.

She twisted her wrist, attempting to free herself of the bonds strung from the ceiling. Her feet touched the floor, but only enough to give her occasional reprieve from the constant ache at her shoulder sockets.

In three nights, she’d seen no one, heard nothing. She was beginning to wonder if they’d left her behind to die down here. If shecoulddie. There was so much they didn’t know about night-beings in her coven, and she was nothing like the creatures who had attacked them the night Rebecca died.

Rebecca.The thought of her left an ache in her heart. She’d known it would happen, known Rebecca would die to save them, but it didn’t make her loss any less painful.

Each night she woke, her thoughts grew more muddled, and a driving, insatiable need had begun to take hold of her senses. She pushed it down, wrestling her mind for control of her sanity.

“Elizabeth!” she screamed, feeling her voice grow hoarse. Her throat was dry, her stomach ached, and a headache had settled behind her eyes, taking up residence beside the dark thoughts permeating her mind.

She would kill Elizabeth. Just as soon as the creature came back.

Chapter 11

Rebecca

Rebecca flung her fists against the wall, beating with all her strength. “Azazel!” she shouted. “Let me out! I can help!” He had trapped her inside—as if she were useless in a fight—to deal with the threat alone.

A loud crack sounded outside, and she increased her pounding. Then she heard another noise she couldn’t make out, and she stopped. She could escape; she just had to open that well of power in her chest and let it out.

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