Page 93 of Sweet Nightmares
He was healing her.
In doing so, he also decreased the barrier between her and her magic. He was giving her the means to fight.
Jane closed her eyes and let the healing soak through her. All the while, she sang to her magic, seducing it and calling its name, humming the tune of its favorite colors.
When the healing peaked, Jane opened her eyes, looked directly into Gideon’s azure eyes, and stole all the oxygen from the room—this time from all the vampires’ lungs, too.
They collectively fell to their knees, like birds hit by buckshot and falling out of the sky. They clutched their throats, drowning in the lack of oxygen.
With his last breath, her ally vampire croaked. “Good, fig—” before slumping to the side behind her.
Gideon cackled and clapped his hands, the knife still in his hand. “Oh, spectacular job. Unfortunately, that trick won’t work on me.”
Without warning, he slammed the knife once more into her lower belly and pulled it upward, ripping her open nearly seven inches. A pain more horrific than anything she’d ever felt before tore through her. Agony dripped through her blood. He pulled the knife out, dropped it on the floor, then from his pocket, he pulled out a pill and shoved it into her mouth and forced her to swallow.
The pill was slightly sweet and nutty. “No,” she whimpered.Not Mirror-Poppy.
Jane’s hold on her magic slipped, and air filled the room once more.
“I’ll ask once more. Where are they?”
“I will never give in to you.”
He laughed. “You know, I believe that.” He slid a hand slowly over her breast, giving it a tight squeeze as he traveled slowly, moving down to her stomach and hovering over the wound.
Healing once more spilled through her skin and muscles, but this time, it was far more isolated, only to the wound. Healing just her stab wound, but not the drugs he put into her system.
Jane reached out and tried to grab him, only managing to hit his pocket square and pull out a purple feather.
Gideon motioned with his chin at the vampire behind her as if saying,Do your job. The vampire complied and held her once more.
“Luckily for me,” Gideon’s words trilled off his tongue. “You have a sister with your same Witch abilities—albeit more dormant. And she’s always been far more amenable to me, even when she doesn’t want to be.”
“No. Do not dare—”
“Maybe I’ll seduce her and stick my cock inside her. She seemed so needy tonight. I’m sure she’ll tell me where the mirrors are as she screams my name with pleasure.”
“If you touch her—”
“What are you going to do, Sweetling? You’ll be dead. Are you going to haunt me?”
“I won’t need to haunt you. Nightmare will do that.”
He laughed maniacally. “What fun I can have with my nightmares.”
“You have no idea the horror you’ve just brought upon yourself with this.” Jane’s words began to slur as the drugs hit her system. She didn’t have much time left with her rational mind. “He will come for you.”
“No, he won’t.” Gideon’s smile was a noose wrapping around her neck. “He can’t. He made me, and I ensured he’d never be able to destroy me. It was a part of the deal, sweet Janey.”
“There is more than one way to destroy a person. He might not be able to kill you, but he will destroy you nonetheless.”
“He can try. But I am more powerful than a god. Especially one stuck inside a mirror—even more so now after I kill you.”
Warmth spread through her blood, and glitter rained inside her mind. Bright and fun, like a summer dance. The drugs…
Fuck. Part of her brain tried to hold on to reality.
“Well, Janey, it’s been truly fun knowing you, but I can see you’re fading.” He clutched her chin. “The last thing I want you to know before you die is I am going to make your baby sister cry… in so many ways.”
