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I shouldn’t laugh. I’m pissed and running high on adrenaline.
“They’re glowing,” I inform her.
“Huh, weird,” she whispers.
“Can I kill the rest?”
“Yes. They are all the same.” She looks around the room. “I’ll start burning the bodies.” Taking their lives is easy. My skin begins to vibrate because of the overload of power. I move toward the man next to the coyote.
“You're a witch.” I look over my shoulder at the annoying human.
“You are really pissing me off.” I remove the spell from the bad guy in the hallway behind Danny.
“Shit,” Danny squeals as the man launches himself at him.
“What the fuck? Danny,” Gavin growls. I freeze the bad guy again. His fist is cocked, ready to punch Danny.
“I warned you. We are the only reason you are alive right now. Gavin, take him out, or I’ll let the evil men finish him off,” I grit out. Danny slides out from underneath the man suspended in the air, his eyes wide. “If this is the quality of men you have working with you, we will never do you any more favors.” I turn away, but I am caught by Mara’s gaze directed my way. She’s not disturbed by my behavior.
She fucking likes it.
Chapter Sixteen
Mara
The house of horrors is filled with horrible men. My eyes are glowing. There are dead bodies and naked women all around us. Gavin and Archer are working together to get the women out as Rome releases them. I killed a man, and a shifter who did unspeakable things here and in their personal lives. The room stinks of death, fear, and glee. The wall I built in my head protected me from feeling all their emotions, and I was able to push them into the bad guys as I’ve done before, withoutthe repercussions. I’m about to set the bodies on fire, and I’m distracted by Rome as he drains the rest of them.
I shouldn’t be feeling anything but disgust. Rome makes me feel everything. His power is alluring. I want to continue to watch him as he works. His command of the room has set off a side of myself I haven’t explored much until him. My body is charged and ready to be alone with him. I hover over Davis and hold out my hand. I have to shove my feelings away and concentrate on my fire.
“Go to where you belong,” I whisper, moving my hand down his body. “Peace for the women who suffered at your hands.” My intention is clear, and Davis begins to smoke. I guide the fire, keeping it contained. I glance up, and Gavin is moving down the hallway. He slows when he realizes what I’m doing. Rome is right. He shouldn’t have brought the human. I like him, but I’m glad he can see what I’m capable of. Most shifters fear witches, and it’s with good reason. Our power works on any being, not just humans. He needs a lesson. We don’t like others to know what we are. I hold his eyes, and just for fun, gather some fire in my palm. I sense his caution as he watches me. Good. I’m angry he disregarded Rome’s rules. I can be his friend, and I would never force Lace to turn her back on him, but he needs to be careful. We aren’t shifters. We don’t play by their rules. Our secrets are sacred and shouldn’t be shared with just anyone. There is a reason that our laws, magic, and customs are a mystery.
Davis becomes ashes, and Gavin nods, then walks away. Message received. I move to the next body. The room is pulsing with energy, and most of it is emanating from Rome. Archer returns, dropping the last man on the floor, and watches my bond.
“The women are gone. This is the last of the men,” he says.
“Good,” Rome murmurs.
“Are you alright?” Archer asks him, and I look at him.
“Yes.” His tattoos are glowing, and I can see them through his light shirt. I don’t know how taking the lives of so many will affect him. He’s been vague. I know he will need an outlet for his emotions, and I’m ready to fulfill that role.
I finish the body and move on. “How is Lace?” I ask Archer.
“She’s relieved it’s over,” he says. “She wanted to come in, but I told her to stay in the car.”
“Good. I don’t want her to see this,” I say.
“Your eyes are dimming,” he says.
“I can feel it.” I smile slightly.
“Your spells are growing,” he mumbles, and I nod. I turn sharply when Rome groans. He bends over, his hands on his knees. There are five men left to drain. I can’t imagine what he is feeling. “Brother.” Archer steps closer.
“I’m fine,” Rome says, standing straight. “I’m fine.” I share a concerned look with Archer. “I need to finish.”
“Did my eyes look like his?” I whisper. Rome’s eyes are glowing with power.
“Yes, but his are brighter,” Archer mutters, and we watch him with concern. Another man lies limp, and Rome’s body is rigid.
