Page 135 of Which Witch Is Wicked?
“You know that’s not what I meant. How can I collect a soul whenyoufailed to kill her? You hadonejob, Nicholas.” Lucy poked her blood red-lacquered fingernail into his chest to illustrate her point.
“I’m pretty sure my arrow was forged in the fires that made the world and tempered with the blood of infinite warriors. I shot her point blank through the chest.” An unwelcome stab of sympathetic pain tightened behind Nick’s sternum.Sympathy pains?What in the everlasting fuck was wrong with him?
“What the fuck else do you want from me?" Nick turned away from the cliff and stalked back toward his car, wanting the distance from Lucy.
Lucy’s long-legged gait easily kept pace. “Perhaps to choose a location where the water witch wouldn’t be falling to her death inthe
ocean. The very place she could be healed from such a wound.”
Nick halted in his tracks. “Moira’s not dead?”
“Please,” Lucy sneered. “Don’t act like you didn’t know. We know each other far too well to play this game. Not only is shenotdead, she’s inherited Morgana’s wand and crown.”
Nick’s heart galloped in his chest. “How do you know?”
“Oh, little signs,” Lucy said, picking at her fingernails. “There’s a halo around the moon, the sea has gone quiet, and she destroyed the entire compound with a flash flood and got away with that wretched aunt of hers.”
“She didwhat?” Nick had to bite his tongue to keep from grinning.
Conquest, destroyer and decimator,grinning. For the gods’ sake. What was next? Cartwheels? Affirmations? Mercy?
“You heard me correctly, Nicholas. She destroyed the compound. Dru and Julian may well be somewhere in Canada at the moment.
They’ve yet to make contact.”
“That’s unfortunate,” Nick agreed, working as much gravity into his voice as he could muster as he found the remote in his pants pocket and beeped the car to life.
Lucy waited expectantly for Nick to open her door. Not because she was accustomed to being treated like a lady, but because she was accustomed to such menial tasks being the work of her many slaves and minions.
She slid into the passenger’s seat, propping the wickedly sharp heel of her leather boot on the dash. As soon as Nick settled himself into the driver’s side and closed the door, she grabbed him by the tie and pulled him across the armrest separating them.
The sapphires in her eyes turned molten orange, and the breath exhaled from her mouth scorched his nostrils with the scent of brimstone.
“Let me make one thing abundantly clear to you, Nicholas. If I suspect for one second that you are plotting against me, I will introduce you to levels of pain your immortal brain can scarcely fathom. Death openly defied me and is now rotting in Hell for the privilege. Bane’s current circumstances will seem like a vacation in Eden compared to what I would do to you. Do you understand?”
Nick nodded. “I understand.”
Coward, the unwelcome intruder in his mind accused.A real warrior would tell Lucy that he would suffer her torments a thousand fold before he’d see Moira’s beautiful soul shoe-horned into the twisted, empty cavern of the Devil’s clutches.
“Good,” Lucy said, releasing her grip on his tie as her forked tongue darted out to taste his lips. “Perhaps you should find us a hotel for the night, Nicholas. I don’t think you’ll find your prior accommodations serviceable any longer, and we have much to discuss. But I think I’ll fuck you first.” Brazenly, she stroked her hand over Nick’s crotch. “I’ll not talk to you with the taste of the water witch on your lips.”
Try it, the foreign voice in his head challenged. Not even the consuming kiss of Hell’s eternal flame itself could burn Moira’s intoxicating taste from his memory.
And for once, Nick found himself in agreement.
“We can talk, but my days of being fucked by you are over,” Nick remarked.
Lucy’s grip on his cock tightened, hoping for signs of arousal she didn’t find. “You and I both know you love a grudge fuck, Nick. And
who better to take out your rage upon than me?”
Myself.
Stupid fucking voice of reason speaking the motherfucking truth all the gods-damned time.
Nick didn’t bother to argue. His thoughts had already wandered onto new territory.
Magnus peeled out of the dirt lot down the path from Siren’s Cry, and Nick gunned the engine with a renewed sense of vigor.
