Page 9 of Which Witch Is Wicked?
When she failed, Kai stiffened, the fur on his tail fanning out in a beautiful plume. A shockwave followed. Dru dropped her and reached for the wall to steady himself as the other Horsemen did the same. Sounds of breaking glass filled the air with dramatic reverberations, and she froze.
Silence ensued. The men glared at her with murderous gazes as her heart thundered in her chest.
Run. The deep voice flooded her mind, stirring her into action. She flicked a quick glance at Dru. Couldn’t tell if he’d warned her or not. But now was not the time to discover the truth.
She gripped Kai as she turned and raced down the stairs. A couple of masculine curses followed from behind, but she didn’t slow to see who followed.
She burst out the front door on the lower level and collided with a woman. The impact knocked her to her ass. Kai scrambled from her, racing across the street, barely escaping screeching tires.
“Sorry,” Claire said as she scrambled to her feet, surprised the collision hadn’t knocked them both down.
The woman’s carefully outlined, red lips turned into a patient smile as she brushed pretend dirt from her full-length black leather coat. Her skin was smooth and radiant like a cultured pearl, and everything about her screamed refined luxury. “Do be careful, love. You could get injured.”
Claire glanced over the woman’s shoulder to ensure none of the Horsemen were about to bust outside. “I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
The woman snorted, a dismissive glint firing in icy blue eyes fringed by the longest lashes Claire had seen. “As if.” She tossed luxurious blond curls over her shoulder as she turned toward the entrance to Sirens and left a cloud of highly sensual perfume in her wake.
Claire couldn’t begin to form words to describe their encounter, so she turned and ran instead. She found Kai pacing the ground near her bike, and he glanced up with a startled expression when she approached.
Utter fear emanated from him, sending shivers coursing through her. Had the Horsemen scared him that badly? He hadn’t seemed fearful in the hallway. In fact, she distinctly remembered experiencing his power and satisfaction as Kai had knocked down the Horsemen. Something had certainly set him off, though. Maybe it was a delayed reaction to using his surprising, awesome powers.
Either way, they both needed to get the hell off Water Street and back to the safety of home. She straddled her bike and Kai jumped on her lap before she had the chance to invite him. His little body quaked against her as she fired up her engine, threw her bike into gear, and raced toward home.
5
Dru ducked as Nick threw a heavy fist in his direction. Nick clipped him on the side of the jaw, and Dru immediately retaliated with a similar attack. He missed his mark when he lost his focus while trying to trip Bane as he attempted to pass them in the hall outside Sirens.
Dru cussed as he fought to regain his position, stumbling, but managing to keep anyone from leaving the area. He had to stall them long enough to allow Claire to escape. They wouldn’t hesitate to kill her if they caught her.
“What thefuckis your problem?” Nick slammed Dru into the same wall where he’d previously held Claire.
“I don’t have a fucking problem.” Dru shoved back, sending Nick barreling into Bane.
Julian’s dry laugh mocked the three of them, effectively bringing their antics to a halt.
“What’s so funny?” Bane asked.
“Don’t you see? Dru’s trying to protect his witch. The woman who stole his valiant sword along with his testicles.”
Dru rounded on him. “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t do the same damn thing if we were after Aerin.”
Julian scoffed. “If my memory serves me right, I’m the only one who actually carried out my task. I infected Aerin and fully expected her to die. How was I to anticipate she’d be the only person in the entire history of the universe who is immune to my touch?”
“Wait a second.” Nick puffed out his chest. “I fully intended to pierce Moira with my arrow. It’s not my fault Tierra stepped in front of it.”
“I’m still going to fuck you up for that, Kingswood,” Bane said.
You almost killed her and my—”
“Boys.”
The sultry, smooth sound of Lucy’s voice brought terror into his friends’ eyes. Dru inhaled and prepared to meet the one woman he feared.
He turned to find Satan walking slowly toward them, a smile on her ruby red lips, her long, leather coat unable to hide the sensual sway of her hips. Four-inch black heels accentuated her long, slender legs, and it was hard to tell, even with the deep vee of her coat, if she wore anything underneath or not.
Her lips turned into an inviting smile, and she cocked one brow as she approached him. “Drustan.” His name slid off her lips like buttered rum.
“Lucy.” He braced himself.
