Zephyra’s head hurt. The pain stabbed at her temples and thrummed through the rest of her head in rhythm with the beat of her pulse. This was worse than the hangover she had the day after her first college frat party. Opening her eyes, Zephyra stared down at her lap in the dim light. She was sitting and judging by the almost painful pressure across her chest, she was willing to bet that she was tied to a chair. Zephyra started to lift her head when a sharp pain shot through it, making her wince. Maybe moving wasn’t such a great idea right about now.
“That’s it?” Brady said after a long moment.“What are you talking about?” Zephyra asked him, not sure what he was getting at.
“You crying?” Tonya mocked. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m not going to shoot you,” she went on, mocking Zephyra with her false compassion. “That would be far too quick. Oh no, I’ll let Rhys and Jaxie do that. Just like they did to that slutty witch friend of yours.”
“God, you killed her?” Tommy’s eyes widened and his mouth fell slack a moment before his expression hardened. Anger now blazed in his narrowed eyes. “How could you, Zeph! She was my sister!”Was he serious? Zephyra stared at him, and, sure enough, he wa
Zephyra let loose the arrow, a sudden burst of wind giving it more speed, and she immediately notched the last one she held in her hand. Lysandra cried out as Zephyra’s arrow knocked the gun out of her hand. “Don’t,” Zephyra told her as she started to reach for it. “Don’t do it. Don’t make me kill you, Lysandra. I don’t want to do it, but if I have to choose, I’ll choose them over you.”
Despite her exhaustion, Zephyra didn’t sleep well. It took her forever to fall asleep, and when she did, nightmares plagued her. At least it was over. The nightmares would fade and pass. That’s what she told herself, anyway.Getting out of bed, Zephyra started down the hall towards the bathroom when she noti
Zephyra was glad Ethan wasn’t going to try to ferret the real reason out of her. “Yeah, sure.” Ethan took her jacket and draped it over a stool near the island. “This is a nice place,” she said as she sat down, watching him dish food onto two plates.“Thanks. I don’t spend a who
The musty smell of damp earth tickled Zephyra Callahan’s nose, and she had to resist the urge to rub
As Zephyra drove home, the thick trees slowly gave way to civilization as the two-lane country road widened and nature