Page 4 of Wolf Tamer

Might as well use it all up before I croak, right?

The Buson Coven have already assured themselves of my guilt, and sure, I didn’t kill my intended target the way they’d paid me to do. So what? Just because I have feelings for a target doesn’t mean I deserve to die.

I refuse to call it love.

I refuse to think about it at all because my so-called feelings for Reid aren’t going to get me out of this cell. Nothing is going to get me out of this cell because I can’t get my powers to work, and no one is coming to save me.

For the first time in my life, my invisibility isn’t coming when I call it, and I’ve finally reached a point where I stand on the edge of literal life and death, a place I definitely shouldn’t be.

Doesn’t it just suck?

So I rant and I fight until my muscles ache, my bones creak, and my throat burns from the screaming.

Finally, I drop weakly to the floor of the cell, with my knees tucked up against my chest and my arms wrapped around my legs to keep my warmth inside. The stones suck every ounce of heat from my body because, like all evil witches, these are no exception, and they have not provided me with a cot. Or blankets. Or anything to fight against the late autumn chill in Maine. I swear there’s a breeze shooting straight up my spine.

This is my fault, though, and I know it. I know it with every breath I take and gust of air I release in a puff of white in front of my face. I’d gotten complacent and thought I could outsmart these witches despite my own lack of witch magic.

They got the jump on me because of it, and now look.

Shit.

It was simply another wrong move in the tragedy that is my life. And I still have no idea what happened to my sister. Maybe she’ll be waiting for me on the other side.

Or maybe I’ve gotten too comfortable with the prospect of my own death.

Oof.I’m not sure which bothers me more. Pink hair falls in front of my face when I shake my head.

Glancing up, I stare at my open palms until my eyes blur, willing my invisibility powers back online in a single last-ditch effort to save my skin.

“Come on,” I say out loud to myself. “If there is ever a moment for you to pull one last miracle out of your ass, it’s now. Please? Let’s do this! Let’s save me so that I can kill another day.”

My powers don’t respond to threats or pleading. Right now, they don’t respond to much of anything.

They hadn’t helped me with the vampire who nearly tore my throat out before I took the assignment to kill Reid Holden. They hadn’t helped me with the bloodthirsty alpha who turned out to not be so bloodthirsty after all.

But the thought of Reid has me groaning and tipping my head back until it hits the wall.

“Nope,” I say. “I refuse to think about that jerk and how badly I miss him.”

Hearing it out loud has my eyes widening and my jaw going slack.I miss him? Seriously?I’ve gone soft.

“He’s got some kind of hold over me. Having sex with him was a mistake. And I’m sure you guys know all about that, don’t you?” I raise my voice to let anyone who happened to overhear me know that I’m aware of it. “I had sex with Reid, and I’d do it again because it was just that good. It’s a mistake I want to repeat!”

And I only call it a mistake because it’s a tie to him. A tie I’m powerless to deny, because once I have sex with a man, especially a man with Reid’s natural animal magnetism, I turn into a bit of a sex-crazed maniac.

Not that missing him is going to get me out of this cell. I have to come to terms with my death and the handful of things I will never get to accomplish.

I shift to stare at my hands for the thousandth time, wiggling my fingers and searching yet again for the power I always accessed with ease, until recently. The kind deep inside me; what I’d been born with.

“I come from a long line of witches,” I whisper to my hands.

So why have I always had an issue with my witch powers?

Not like my little sister, Carmen. She took to coven matters like a duck to a pond. She was a natural from birth.

Memories of my sister threaten to drown me, knocking on the wall I keep in my head. The wall I have to keep in place so I’m not walking around like adepressed, sex-crazed maniac. At the end of the day, Carmen is still missing, and I’m no closer to finding out what happened to her on the night she disappeared all those years ago.

Now I never will.

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