Page 89 of Enchanting Her Monsters
Flint lands but doesn’t let me out of his arms.
A half-shifted Arran jumps from Calder’s hold before the phoenix lands and rushes over. Werewolf ripples over his skin. He still has on his sweatpants, but his shirt has been torn to shreds. His clawed hands clasp my face as he checks me for injury. “He bruised you,” he snarls.
“He’s done much worse than that to me,” I say almost flippantly. I don’t mention the missing chunk of hair from when he just yanked on it.
“If we weren’t going to kill him before, he’s definitely going to die painfully now,” Calder grits out with barely restrained fury as he steps to where Rob has collapsed, opposite Maxum.
They both stare at the jerk warlock with a fiery glow in their eyes, their fists clenching at their sides, waiting for him to wake up.
I shift to get out of Flint’s hold, but he grips me tighter.
“Sweetheart, this is my chance to use my power,” I say, giving his firm chest a soothing rub. “I have to see if I can get Osen’s magic back before you all kill him.”
Reluctantly, Flint loosens his hold, and I slide down to my feet. I drop my computer case, because yeah, I held onto that mofo. I wasn’t going to let this dickhead make me lose my stories.
Flint and Arran flank me as we all stare at the bane of my existence. Well, one of them. It sounds like Galiana might be the one who has ruined my life and everyone I care about.
But with Rob, it’s personal. This asshole took advantage of my good nature, my body, my mind, and my powers. He invaded my home and made me feel like crap. He wanted me to feel worthless so he could do any horrible thing to me and I’d beg for another scrap of his attention.
But Calder is right. I was strong enough to push him away. I broke up with him, even when he had the power of his magic over me. In a way, that makes me a badass.
“You ready?”Osen asks me.
“Not really. You?”I feel the heavy weight of this moment on my shoulders.
“I’m excited and terrified,”he admits.
I nod, feeling the same. I take a moment to center myself. The last few minutes have been bonkers, and my guys’ aggressive energy is distracting.
I go inward so I can unleash my power.
After the feeling of calm washes over me, I open my eyes and focus my magic on Rob. I reach out with my psychic senses and feel energy writhing under his skin.
“I feel shadows,” I announce. “I’m pretty sure it’s Osen’s incubus magic.”
“It is,” Osen confirms, moving forward inside our body to work with me, guiding me with the extraction spell.
“What if I mess this up?”I express to Osen in my mind.“I don’t want to rush this and ruin your chances.”
“No matter what, I don’t want him to have my power,”Osen says.“If we cannot bring me back, we’ll deal with that later. I’d never blame you.”
Reassured by his words, all of my magic wells inside of me—fae, demon, and witch. I sense these parts make this ability possible. Like I’m the magical equivalent of a perfect cocktail that looks innocent but knocks you on your ass.
I reach out with my mind and dive into Rob’s chest, feeling the angry lashing of Osen’s shadowtendrils. Osen whispers the spell that I must recite.
I struggle with concentrating on both the words and the action, as I’m still new to wielding magic.
When the chant is done, there’s a release of some sort. It’s subtle, but there. I gently tug on Osen’s shadows, his power, and it slowly leaks out of Rob.
It’s working! Excitement fills me.
It also wakes Rob, and he cries out as he witnesses the shadows being taken back.
He chants to regain his hold on Osen’s magic, but Maxum kicks him in the teeth, shutting him up.
Rob sways and falls on to his back again. “Bitch,” he mutters.
Flint charges forward and places his foot over Rob’s mouth, pinning his head down and applying more than a little pressure.
