Eliza Gayle Witch Bundle (paranormal romance), Eliza Gayle [books suggested by bill gates txt] 📗

“Her magick?”

“What you don’t understand is that she isn’t a witch. Her magick is different, stronger than what you’re familiar with.”

“I’m confused. If she isn’t a witch then what is she?” Denn asked.

Jake paused looking between both Raven and Denn. “She is—” He looked toward the window, nervous. “She’s half demon.”

Raven sucked in her breath. Oh, Goddess.

“Fuck. We’ll be hard pressed to get Noah to go after her if he knows that. You know how he feels about demons.”

“That’s not all of it.” Jake sucked in a deep breath, exhaling slowly.

“It gets worse?” Raven questioned.

“She has the same birthday as you, Raven.”

Epilogue

Jessie grunted as she was dragged roughly by the arm through the mansion. She really couldn’t exactly call such a large and over the top ornate building a house. Weak and tired, she longed for her magick to return. Not only did she feel lost without it, she wanted to show this bastard a thing or two about manhandling women. For weeks now he’d been pushing her around and basically making her life miserable. Something he wouldn’t be so quick to do if she had her power.

He opened the familiar door in front of her and shoved her inside. Her foot caught on the doorjamb, sending her sprawling to the floor. Her hands barely caught her before her head crashed into the tiled floor. She let her head hang low as she crawled to her knees. Tired and hungry, she fought the rising tears of despair. How much more of this could she take? Would Jake be able to save her? Had he given up trying?

“Now that’s more like it. A woman on her knees in front of me. Just where she belongs.”

Her back stiffened at the sound of his voice. She’d known she would have to face him tonight, but hearing him speak made her skin crawl. “Don’t flatter yourself, you sick bastard. I wouldn’t willingly kneel to you for any reason.”

He snorted. “Be careful what you say to me, especially regarding what you will or will not do for me. You should know by now that if you don’t do what I want I will find a way to get you to, and it won't be pleasant.” He stepped in front of her and jerked her by the chin, forcing her to look up at him. Pain shot through her jaw and neck. “You haven’t already forgotten what I can do to you, have you?”

Her stomach roiled and bubbled, making her nauseous as her brain recalled the memories she knew she would never forget. She fought the urge to vomit. No way in hell would she give him the satisfaction in knowing she was scared of him. Somehow, some way, she would get back at him for what he’d done.

She spat at him.

“You bitch.” He dropped her head and wiped off his arm on his pants. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t just kill you now?”

Alarm bells went off in her head as she worried this might finally be it for her. She’d wondered and waited, thinking any day could be her last.

“My magick.”

“Is getting weaker. Look at you. You’re pathetic.”

“Jake is helping you. You promised if he did what you asked…” She drew in a breath embarrassed at the weakness in her words.

“Yeah, well, I guess your dear older half-bastard brother has decided he’d rather fuck a witch then save the likes of you.”

His words slammed in to her, staggering her. “Bullshit.”

“It’s true. He turned on me in favor of my nephew and my fucking witch. Something he is about to pay dearly for with your life.”

Jessie’s mind reeled with this new information. No way would Jake just abandon her, but Scott was pissed at him and wanted him to pay. Something had to have happened.

“Your usefulness has come to an end.” He walked back to his desk, pacing back and forth in front of it. “All that’s left to do is offer you up as a sacrifice and drain what little magick you have left. So tonight, my dear, you will die. It’s a beautiful ceremony, you’re going to love it.”

His face shone with pure joy as he said that last. Proving he really was a crazy son of a bitch. As if on cue his muscle walked through the door and hauled her to her feet, practically dragging her from the room.

The closer they got back to her cell her mind began to panic. She struggled and squirmed in his grasp, fighting to get away.

“Where do you think you’re going to go now?” He tightened his massive fingers around her bicep until he brought tears to her eyes and she cried out in pain.

The guard pushed her into her cell far harder than he needed to and she banged her head on the opposite wall. Beyond the point of physical pain, anger bubbled instead. She had to find a way out. She had the will, she just needed a plan.

Hours later, she had no ideas and she just wanted to rest for a while. She didn’t know how long she had, but she decided her only chance of escape would be when they came to get her. In that case, she needed to rest.

Click. Click. Click.

Still huddled on the floor in the corner, Jessie realized someone was standing at the door of her cell trying to get in. The fuzz of sleep slipped away as she realized this was it. It was too dark to see for sure, but the man standing there wasn’t her normal guard and he wasn’t opening the door with his keys.

“Jessie, is that you?” his deep male voice did not belong to any of the guards she was used to, yet there was something familiar about it.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Jake sent me. We have to hurry.”

Her heart soared for her brother. She knew he wouldn’t leave her to die here. The door swung open and he reached his arm inside waving for her to hurry