Marked By Lies: A Reverse Harem Series (The Marked Series Book 1), Paige Orr [new books to read .TXT] 📗

“Don’t you dare blame yourself for any of this Annika, you weren’t to know that they had built a secret cavern underground. If anyone is to blame here, it’s me. I should have thought to search with my magic, it would have shown me this cavern they’re hiding out in.”

“I’m not blaming myself dude, I’m just an angry crier. I really just want to get my hands on this little Witch bitch what a true Witch who belongs to the light is capable of. This isn’t your fault either, the blueprints didn’t show this shit.“

“That may be the case, I just hate that she was right there, and I didn’t know. But if anyone has hurt her in any way, then I swear, I’ll hurt them ten fold.”

The car falls into silence as we continue on our journey, getting closer and closer to our destination. It won’t be long now until we know exactly what is what, and who will need us the most. It’s finally time for our turn on this crazy ride, I just hope we all survive the crash.

Chapter Thirty-One

Melissa

Before the neighbourhoods friendly fucking Witch can reach me, arms band around me, pinning my arms to my sides. At this point I’m actually glad that I’m not the one that’s in the driver's seat, although. Hopefully Priscilla knows what she’s doing or this isn’t going to end well.

I have nothing to worry about though, as whatever magic that I have inside of me begins to build. This shit is a feeling I don’t think I'll ever be able to get used to. Most people who have any sort of magic in them are taught how to control it from a young age, so by this point in their life it’s just a part of them.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get to that stage though. Everything about it just feels so foreign to me. I wouldn’t say that it’s a bad feeling, but it’s certainly not something I’m enjoying either. On top of that, everything that Priscilla is doing with my magic, is all being done without saying a word.

The only type of magic that I’ve ever seen that doesn’t need words to help guide it to what its user requires, is Fae magic, but that makes even less sense than me having magic at all. Most people would say that me having magic isn’t that far out of left field, but I should have known what was inside me all of these years.

I feel the magic pushing to the surface of my skin, turning my body into a living fucking taser, that fires whoever has a grip on me back against the wall. I won’t lie, if I can get used to using this shit then it could be pretty damn fucking useful. If I knew it was this easy to stop people from pinning me down, then my job would have been a hell of a lot simpler.

I spin on my heel, managing to catch my next attacker in the solar plexus with the heel of my boot. Priscilla manages to narrowly avoid a blow coming straight for my temple, while simultaneously taking out another attacker.

I have to give my ghostly helper props. She has some bad ass moves. I’m not exactly a slouch myself when it comes to fighting, what with the shooting lessons and the multiple martial arts I studied after mom’s death. I wanted to be able to protect myself against anything, and I put my blood, sweat and tears into being the best fighter I could be.

Priscilla looks like she belongs to the period of time where women were expected to put up and shut up, not defend themselves like a pro. I’m lucky I do have the sort of training that I do, because if I didn’t I would be one sore fucker tomorrow. I know that I didn’t exactly have time to stretch my muscles out; you know, with a whole ritual going on, but a less experienced body wouldn’t be able to keep up with how she is using it.

She spins me around in the most graceful move I’ve ever seen, and in the process she throws multiple powerful bursts of magic out, hitting each of her targets perfectly over the heart. I don’t think they are dead, but they sure as hell won’t be jumping back into the fight any time soon. We've only taken out a third of the group, but I’m still majorly impressed.

Our luck seems to finally be running out though, as we just avoid a knife, receiving a minor cut on the cheek. In the process of dodging the blade though, another cult member appears out of nowhere, fist connecting with my jaw and causing me to see stars. As I fall down to one knee, three of the cult members think it’s the perfect opportunity to keep me down, but in a move that defies gravity, my body moves at an incomprehensible speed knocking them all down before I land perfectly on my feet.

I can feel the fatigue of the fight getting to me, and I know that we don’t have long to get this shit done, but it’s at exactly that moment that I hear a commotion further up the tunnel. Completely forgetting about the fight, I turn around, finding the guys and Annika working in tandem to bring down any fleeing cult members.

My joy at finally having some back up doesn’t last long though, as one of the fly fuckers manages to get in a kidney blow. I swing my elbow up, feeling the satisfying crunch as their nose breaks. What I don’t enjoy though is the squeal that the little bitch lets out in my ear.

I turn around before the attacker can come at me