Page 2 of Which Witch is Willing?
Feeling down her sternum, her hand stopped at the wetness soaking her red, silk Armani blouse. She tore it off and found the source—another cavernous hole the size of a gladiator's head where her stomach had been.
"Come on, regenerate," she snarled through clenched teeth.
She'd never remained injured this long as her powers instantly started to repair any wound she received. She couldn't be killed, but she couldn't live looking like this.
Maybe it would just take a little longer this time to heal since the cyanide spell had been one of her own creations?
Her present state was scarier than when she donned her horns, cloven hoofs, and stingray whip of a tail.
She needed to find a body to wear until she completely regenerated, and then she would kill those fucking bitch-witches, starting with that turncoat Claire.
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"Go back, damn it!" Tierra pounded on Killian's chest.
He landed them high on top of the cliff of Fort Townsend State Park, far enough away from Manresa Castle but giving them a clear view of the dust rising, turning red and black with the crimson sun over the carcass that used to be the Horsemen's hangout.
"I'm not taking you back there," Killian said, his voice as hard as his chest and just as unmovable. "You don't need to see what the destruction would have done to them."
"They could still be alive—"
"No way they could have lived through that."
"Don't say that. There are stories all the time about people surviving earthquakes, buried alive and found days later," she pleaded.
"Tierra—"
"Don't you dare Tierra me! Your brothers are down there, too. Don't you care about them?"
"Yes," he growled, the muscles in his jaw working. He was hurting too, worrying about them, she realized. "But they are immortal. They will survive."
"We have to go back.Now. If you don't fly me the fuck down there, I'm walking."
He grabbed her arm to stop her march down the hill. "Tierra, I don't want you to see me take their souls."
Tears sprang up and flooded her eyes. She had to swallow the lump of crippling emotion in order to speak.
"Do you feel their spirits?" she whispered.
He stood still, tense, dreading the task ahead of him more than she realized. He cared about them all, not just her. Her sisters had weaved their spell around him, too, at some point.
He suddenly frowned, his heavy brows angling over narrowed eyes. "No, I don't feel them."
"Could that mean—" She was afraid to hope. "They aren't dead yet."
He grabbed her, pulling her close against him. "Hang on." He shot straight up into the air and soared toward the remains of Manresa Castle.
As soon as Killian touched down, Tierra heard her name hollered in a broken sob.
Claire ran toward her, her steps staggering. "I thought you were—"
Tierra reached Claire just as she collapsed and they wrapped their arms tightly around each other. "I thought I killed you." Claire sobbed.
"I'm okay. How did you escape?"
"Dru tackled me as the castle exploded, shielding me with his body."
Tierra glanced around. "Where is he?"
