Page 74 of Touch Of Fate
Our mother would still be here if a human hadn’t discovered her. Her death is another reason I don’t trust humans. After I saw everything those men have done, my opinion has sunk even lower. I know there is bad in every species in the world, but I’ve seen too much hate and evil from humans. Being a witch in the world today is even more dangerous. Everyone has a phone and social media. With one click at the right time, we could be caught doing magic. Our lives would be over if they knew what we are. Archer is right. I don’t think we will be working with Gavin again. His intentions may be good, but he crossed a line, one Rome won’t easily forgive.
“I don’t think I can sleep,” Lace says as we park at our place.
“The adrenaline will wear off soon,” Archer says. He follows us to our doors, and my hands twitch as I unlock my door. Lace doesn’t bother going to her place.
“Go to him, Archer,” I whisper.
“What?”
“We are all worried. I won’t be able to relax until he’s here.” I drop the keys on the counter. “If you’re with him, I’ll feel better.”
“He wants me here,” he says.
“I just killed two men and burned their bodies with my spells. I can protect myself,” I say.
“He’ll be pissed,” he insists.
“Then let him. He needs you. Please go.” He stares at me. “Bring him back to me.”
“Spell your house,” he orders.
“I will. Will you do Lace’s place before you go?” I ask.
“I’m fine. I can stay with you,” she says.
“I need some time,” I say softly. I need to come to grips with everything.
“Alright.” She squeezes my hand. “One day I’ll have more spells, and you won’t have to help me,” she grumbles to Archer.
“Do not leave the house,” Archer orders me, pointing at the floor.
“I won’t. I’ve lived here alone long before you guys got here,” I say dryly. Lace hugs me quickly before following Archer out the door. I shut it softly and press my forehead against it. My soul bond is hurting. He fears how his power will affect him. Archer needs to be with him.
I turn and walk to the kitchen. Tea. I’m going to need lots of it. Grabbing the teapot, I fill it and put it on the stove. I lean forward, clutching the edge of the tile, and bow my head. I did the right thing tonight. They needed to die. My magic wouldn’t let me walk away without giving them what they deserved. Perhaps this is my purpose, but I don’t think I’ll make it a daily occurrence. I’m going to have nightmares about that house. My magic protected me so they won’t thread through my emotions, but I have eyes. You can't unsee the things happening in that room.
I hear the car leave, and get out a cup. I pick up the metal can I keep the tea bags in and hold it in front of my face. No glowing eyes. I’m curious to what they looked like, but I’m not anxious to repeat the experience. I know it’s never happened before. My spells have never been more powerful. I have more control over them, yet they feel almost too much for my body. Will they evenout once I complete the soul bond with Rome? I have no doubts. He is the man I am supposed to be with. I want to be his. I need him, and I think he needs me just as much.
The pot whistles, and I turn off the burner. Pouring it into my cup, I jerk when someone knocks on the door. I don’t have visitors or friends. When I first moved in, some of the neighbors popped by, but quickly got the message that I didn’t want to chat. I purposely picked a house with three doors. It’s odd in such a small space, but after living in a cage, I needed several exits. I never wanted to be trapped again. Anyone close to me comes to the side door. The knock came from the front. I set down the water, and cautiously walk toward it.
“Who is it?” I ask, pressing my palm to the wood.
“Cameron.” I stand straight. How does he know where I live? “I just want to talk.”
“It’s the middle of the night,” I say, frowning. All kinds of red flags are firing in my head.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait any longer. Will your boyfriend let you open the door?”
“Rome isn’t—” Shit. I don’t need him to know he isn’t here.
“I’d hoped to speak to you alone,” he says.
“Why?” I ask. I take stock of my spells. My body is tired. I expended a lot of energy, and I don’t know how much more I have right now.
“I knew your mother.”
“What?” I gasp, reaching for the doorknob.
“I have some information about her,” he says, and I use my other hand to unlock the two locks.
