Semua Bab Hayle Coven Novels: Bab 661 - Bab 670

I would have preferred to walk, on principle, but, frankly, felt happy for the ride in the warm back of the big, black SUV arriving only a moment after the gates swung open. I ignored the show of power Vasyl brought with him, the line of wereguards turning with trained precision to follow my every move. At least the muzzles of their guns were lowered. Well, half lowered.Either this was their usual or I scared the bejeebuz out of them.I chose to think the latter.The heavy door thudded shut behind me, warmth enveloping me as the blast of heat from the leather seat radiated upward into my freezing behind. I almost snarled at the loss of precious heat as the door behind me opened, Gwendolyn slipping inside with Finlay next to her. Isabelle didn't give Vasyl a chance to sit next to me in the second row, firmly closing her door on his face. I caught enough of his scowl through the black tinted glass I worried he'd seen through her glamour though Shaylee calmly informed me all was well

She looked fine, at least physically, as she approached with her head down, held firmly between two of her fellow weres, the males towering over her. Her long, blonde hair had been cut to her shoulders, her normal leather jacket and skinny jeans replaced by a rather frumpy dress. Just seeing Charlotte in a skirt made me wince. Even when she'd accompanied me to the court of the vampire queens, she'd refused to wear one. Whatever Yure had done to her had to be nasty if she willingly wore all that ugly pink satin and ruffled lace.Charlotte didn't look up, hands clasped before her, bound with heavy cuffs. A choker of the same metal hugged her neck. She looked so weak, frail, compared to the powerful, stoic girl I knew, I wanted to reach for her, but I held off, looking up to glare at Yure as she was pulled up the first step to stand with her back to him.He giggled in evil glee, reaching out to prod Charlotte between the shoulder blades with the toe of his boot. Well, tried to. I hit hi

I came out of the dark as angry as I went in. It felt like swimming to the surface of a boiling lake, freezing cold beneath, flaming hot at the top. My demon practically leaped from my body when we surfaced into consciousness, pulling me upright, amber fire scorching the air around me.Surrounded, blackness everywhere, the hum of werewolf energy, the pooling dark of sorcery. Yure Danko obviously had more he wanted to say to me.And I had so much more to tell him. Though I would let my actions speak.Let's see what a long, painful death did for his sense of godhood."Please, wait." My eyes tried to focus, heart pounding in time with my demon's pants, my vampire's hissing loud in my head even as the ground beneath me rumbled, Shaylee sharing her unhappiness. "We're not your enemies."What a load of-Hang on. No one attacked. In fact, I felt magic retreating. No way would the so-called Czar and his people give me the chance to get my feet under me, to shake the delirium of the black

The large, stone house looked like someone's ancestral farm, just this side of an estate, really, outbuildings and fences leading off into the darkness. A single light burned over the red-painted front door. I followed Piers as he led the way, others closing in around me from the other two vehicles. The faces of the sorcerers Piers brought with him were young, two girls, two guys, though the werewolves were all older and few in number, considering the horde I'd met at Yure's palace.Outnumbered and outgunned? Story of my life.The warm interior hit me like a blow, hot air almost as big a shock to my system as the drug they'd used to subdue me. The place smelled of wood smoke and meat, my stomach growling at the latter.Oppressive dark-paneled walls pushed down on me as I walked the narrow hall, a few doors on either side closed to view. My hands clenched in my pockets as we turned through the last doorway at the end of the corridor and into a large study.A massive fire blazed in a

The air beside Piers shuddered with shadow only a moment before Isabelle appeared. I almost jumped out of my seat, a meep of shock escaping at her sudden arrival and, for a heartbeat, I was afraid the gig was up and Gwendolyn and Finlay would arrive right behind her.But the lack of werewolf reaction to her appearance, the way Oleksander greeted the vampire with a nod of welcome, made my stomach squirm with suspicion."You've been working with them all along." Came out as an accusation and I meant it as one.Isabelle nodded, biting her bottom lip. "I'm sorry, Sydlynn," she said. "I'm the reason the werewolves and Steam Union knew where to find you.""Sunny will be thrilled to know you're not faithful to your blood clan." Not fair, really. After all, this bunch proved themselves trustworthy, at least so far. And we had the same goal, to free Charlotte. But my jab had the desired effect, Isabelle's face crumpling in upset as she wrung her slim, white hands."I swear that's not true.