Page 159 of Her Blood Revenge

I still can’t look away, held fast by my trigger.

Leo continues to attack Neve, pushing her away with the violent air magic he commands.

‘Destroy the arch!’ I tell him as more blood vessels in my eyes pop.

Hel’s fingers reach for me.

Our army is hacking their way through the unseelie, working together to conquer our common enemy.

I can’t look away, and every second I look on is more strength she gains.

An arrow hits the rope, and it snaps, dropping me to the floor.

Arms clamp around me and hold me firm.

‘My love. Where do you think you are going?’ Cole says in my ear. ‘Your goddess is so desperate to meet you.’ He twists my arm, jarring my already dislocated shoulder. ‘They will die slowly, you know. They will die screaming and cursing you for your weakness. You led them here. All these little witches and these sad, pathetic humans.’ He laughs as his fingers knot in my hair. ‘You think you achieved something special. Thatyou’respecial. But the only specialthing about you is your desperate need to have something I believe a female has no right having.’

‘An orgasm?’ I sneer.

‘Freedom.’

He shoves me towards her.

‘TAKE HER!’ he yells at the gate. ‘Take her, great goddess!’

Hel’s hand wraps around my body, and I’m lifted from the ground. I scream. I thrash.

But I’m no match for the goddess of blood magic.

I’m taken through the gate.

Into her realm.

Chapter twenty-nine

The Necromancer

The heat is just as I remember. The smell. The black sand and endless sea of blood. The towering mountain, too.

But now the chains that once held Hel lie broken on the beach. Their giant manacles are left broken, and the markings no longer glow.

The Goddess is free. But where?

The souls are wading out of the water, and behind me, the gate hovers in the air several feet from the ground.

I have to get back.

Every inch of me is smothered in the blood of the humans sacrificed to open the gate between here and there.

And my head… the pain in my skull… It’s unbearable.

I fall, my legs too weak to hold me and the world spinning too fast.

The groaning of the blood witch spirits becomes muffled as I try hard to stay awake. But I’m so drained. My magic feels empty, and my body is broken in a hundred different ways.

As I slump and my eyes close, I’m caught in a pair of arms and held close.

‘I’ve got you, Poppet Doll.’

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