Page 110 of Her Blood Revenge

Just as Archie, in his great wolf form, slams into both Cole and Neve.

I gasp, released from her grip, and stagger backwards.

Archie stops before me and lowers his head.

Get on me, Pix! Now!

I climb atop him, and we face Neve and Cole.

They are both back on their feet and facing us. Archie’s body vibrates as he growls.

Neve looks up at the sky and then at us. Behind her, the fire burns hotter, just as it did on our Blood Rite night, signalling a peak in the power.

The stars above us are aligned, and the festival of Athir has begun.

She looks at Archie and speaks. Her lips move fast, and I have no idea what she is saying. Her brows rise as she finishes, and the unseelie gather behind her, forming a solid army of demented monsters.

Then she says one word.

Run.

That word I make out.

She stretches out her hands, palms up, and her eyes go black as dark magic swirls around her.

On her palms… those same markings.

She speaksto Archie again.

Save her, Wolf. Run.

The coven is scattered or slaughtered. So many bodies. So much death.

A blast of fire slams into the dirt by Archie’s feet, pushing him back.

Neve’s face contorts as she screams.

RUN!

Her magic ripples out in a violent wave.

Archie runs with all his strength and speed to escape it.

Peering back, I see the fleeing earth witches whose tear-steaked faces cry out in fear. When the wave hits them, they scream and explode into fine red mist.

Dead.

That same marking appeared on their forehead just before they fell.

‘We can’t just leave them!’

If it touches you, it will kill you!

‘The coven!’

It’s too late. They’re done for.

‘Shaw! Dorian!’

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