“You will not win, Ella Fucking Brown!” The Goat Demon roared. “Your leg will remain broken. The flesh will rot, the bone will disintegrate, and finally the festering decay that resides in my soul that I injected into you will consume all that you are, you waste of Magic, stupid little Witch! You have not seen the last of me! You will need me to live. You will give me what I want. You will come begging for my forgiveness, give yourself to me, and smile as I suck the Magic from your soul. You will…”
“You will shut the heck and hoonannies up!” Dr. Bombay spat, appearing out of thin air, snapping his fingers and flipping his hands, sending a screaming, wailing Krampus through a swirling portal of his own back down to the lowest Pit of Hell where the Goat Demon belonged.
Lifting Ella into my arms, cradling her close, my heart doing somersaults as I worried about the truth of Krampus’ words, my head popped up as my Mate was taken from my arms by the renowned Doctor of Witches. “I need to get her back up topside. I have repaired my Magical Healing Machine. There is nothing it can’t fix, especially the weak attempt of a wannabe Santa. But we have to hurry.”
“Lead the way,” I snapped, falling in line behind the incredibly well-dressedandwell-mustachioed Dr. Bombay. Looking over my shoulder, I nodded to my brothers, “Y’all comin’?”
“Nope,” they grinned from ear-to-ear at the same time before Mick went on, “We’re gonna have target practice with these eight-legged freaks. See ya’ later.”
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Chris chuckled.
“Well, hell, did you hear that, Ella?” I laughed out loud. “The sky’s the limit.”