Page 28 of Magical Sass for Three
Chapter 11
Hanna’s head hurt something awful. It didn’t take her long to realize she wasn’t in her Jeep anymore. It was dark, but artificial lights filled the corners of the large room.
“Good,” a man’s voice said. “You’re awake.”
Bright lights flooded her vision and made her head ache even more.
A man with bronze skin stood before her. Everything about him looked meticulous and sterile as if he’d never known dirt or messiness in his lifetime. He wore a white dress shirt with black slacks.
He looked familiar for some reason, but she couldn’t get her brain to cooperate.
“You remember me, Hanna,” he said. “Think.”
His words worked like magic as images flooded her head. Images of him roaming the halls of the mansion owned by the Miami Coven hit her. He occasionally showed up to the club downtown, where the witches made their money. They did tricks for people to show off their skill. Many mixed it with sex.
Hanna refused to participate, so they stuck her in a waitress position for two years. That was until they realized the power she held deep inside her, power that often scared her.
It was her fault. She drifted under the radar for too long, holding back her magic, until a frisky customer tried to grab her ass. She’d thrown him clear across the room without even touching him. He remained in a coma for a month after that, and the words of her mother haunted her.
She was dangerous.
That’s when Athena took her under her wing. Athena was the Coven leader for Miami and Head Bitch in Charge. She promised to keep Hanna safe as long as she followed her instructions.
Hanna learned what happened in their backrooms then, places where the underground of the city crept in and out of. Manipulations of government officials and healing of the city’s worse criminals filled those rooms.
The worst one of all wasn’t even meant for Hanna to see. She’d accidentally opened the door as Athena pulled the life out of a Senator.
Hanna couldn’t stop it, so she did the only thing she knew how to do: she ran. She bumped into the man that stood before her now as she ran for her life. He’d been hanging around more and more. When she hit him, he grinned down at her, sending chills through her, and not the good kind.
“I see you remember me well,” the man said. “Good. I think it’s time you knew my name.”
He beckoned to the shadows, and people appeared from behind pillars and crates. Two Hanna recognized from the Miami Coven. The other two were the women she saw in Derek and Kyro’s club earlier, one who had her tongue jammed down her man’s throat.
Hanna realized then she was restrained, but not with physical restraints. Something magical held her down.
She jerked, wanting to get at the one who kissed Derek. Hanna could sense she and the woman next to her were shifters. Why would they be working with the people from her old Coven? It made no sense.
“Hanna? Hanna, what’s going on?” Hearing her sister’s voice made her blood run cold. No. Not her. They could anything they wanted to her but not to Riana. Not her sister.
She looked over to see Riana restrained in the same way. “Mari Bug, look at me.” Riana looked at Hanna then, but fear filled her eyes. “It’s going to be okay. You’re getting out of here.”
“You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep,” the man said.
“Please, let her go,” Hanna begged. “She didn’t see anything in Miami. If you need to hurt someone, hurt me.”
“Who says I want to hurt you, Hanna? On the contrary, I want you alive.”
Hanna stared at the man, trying to figure out who he was.
“Don’t tell me you don’t recognize your own father?” he said.
“My father?” Dizziness overtook her, and the room felt like it was spinning in overtime.
“No formalities needed. You can just call me Albert. Albert McCoy. Unless your mother hid my name from you as well as my existence.”
She tried to focus, but it was hard. Different smells of people around her invaded her new senses and overwhelmed her. The smells of wolves and magic mingled, making her giddy.
“I don’t understand,” she said. “Why are you doing this? Did Athena sent you to get me?”
