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CHAPTER 18

Lucy

My panties were damp, and my core was aching, not an uncommon occurrence when I was with Marcus, but this felt overwhelming. His kisses were almost punishing and yet so protective and passionate. I loved that I was able to touch him. My hands roving over his strong chest and sculpted arms. I moved them up to his broad shoulders and then sank my hands into his hair. I loved the texture and softness along with the smell of his shampoo.

This was it. I was going to have sex for the first time, and it was going to be fucking amazing.

I moved my hands back down his body. As I passed his six-pack, I heard him moan. Marcus was fully erect, and I wanted some of that. Just as I went to unbuckle his pants, I heard a loud noise like breaking glass, and then shouting.

Wrenching his lips away from mine, Marcus said, “I need to see what is going on.”

“Now?” My plea was not unheard. Marcus reached out his hand cupping my face.

“I want nothing more than to be with you, Lucy, in every way. But I don’t want any distractions when I finally make you mine, and I am certain that Henry feels the same way.”

I flushed hotly. “You are right, of course you are.”

Before I could say any more the door to Henry’s room burst open.

“You come with me,” a man with white blonde hair and a menacing gaze demanded of me.

Marcus stood in front of me. “Sven, what gives you the right to tell her what to do?”

Sven spat on the floor. “The Vasiles are finished. They kidnapped my sister, killed me, killed my brother, my niece is missing, and I have come for retribution.”

That sparked something inside of me and I asked, “How did you come back from the dead? It’s been twice now, according to the stories I have been told.”

“Do you honestly think you are the only necromancer out there, stupid little witch?”

Marcus’ fists tightened, and he glared at Sven. “You will treat her with respect when you speak to her. And she is not going with you anywhere.”

Sven moved to attack. It was so fast, a blur of motion. One moment Marcus was standing in front of me and the next he was fighting off a silver dagger aimed at his heart. I needed to do something, had to do something.

My hand flew out and connected with Sven’s forearm. I felt the darkness inside of him swirling and thriving.

Marcus screamed at me to run away but I was oddly calm and shook my head slowly. I wasn’t sure why it had never occurred to me before. But just as I had called a spirit back to a body, I wondered if I could thrust a spirit out. I have never tried to take a life with my craft and knew that it was dabbling in the dark arts. However, I would have walked into hell and back to save Marcus.

With a great surge of power through our connected skin, I pushed Sven’s dark spirit as far as I could. I felt the jolt as the magic flowed through me and into him and then I felt his arm dropping as his body slumped. He fell heavily against Marcus, thankfully not stabbing him with the silver dagger in the process.

“He’s dead!” Marcus exclaimed in complete confusion.

He shoved Sven off of him. “What did you do?”

“I had to,” I said simply, feeling a little off, woozy, I supposed. I needed to sit down.

“You had to what?” Marcus asked and then he raced over to catch me just before my body slumped to the floor.

I hadn’t passed out, but my energy level seemed to drop to nothing, and I could barely keep my brain functioning enough to answer.

“I had to kill him. He was going to kill you.”

Marcus’ brow furrowed. “You didn’t kill him, Lucy.”

I nodded, just as chills began to wrack my small frame. “I did kill him.”

“How?” Marcus asked incredulously.

“With my mind,” I whispered, my head aching and body trembling. I felt like I had a bad case of the flu.

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