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

The darkness sizzled inside her until she cried out in pain. A tight coil began to unravel in her chest. Her beast was there and it stirred again, stretching. Heat built under her skin and raised the fine hairs of her arms as she watched the energy form into blue streaks along her forearms. With a soul splitting burst, all the pent up darkness flung up and out of her body, lighting up the dusky sky for a few brief moments.

Jessie collapsed on the grass, weak and empty. Her beast and its magick had attempted to unfurl inside of her, but failed. With Noah’s magick gone, she was simply left with a low level buzzing of power. Well, it’s something.

Exhausted and worried, Jessie thought about going back to bed and curling up with Noah. She dragged herself from the ground and stumbled up the steps once again, grateful for the peace and quiet surrounding the cabin. Her head still pounded from her ordeal, so she decided to head for the kitchen to search for water and, if she was lucky, some aspirin. After a lengthy search, she came up with a bottle of water but no painkillers. Sleep. I need sleep.

She closed her eyes and hung her head over the sink, willing the pain to go away. Times like this made her thankful she’d been born with demon blood, as it helped her heal at a much faster rate than most people.

“Jessie, what’s going on? Are you all right?”

Her head popped up, causing the sensation of thousands of needles pushing into her skull. She moaned.

“What happened?”

“Headache. Bad one.” She whispered.

“Good Goddess, woman, why didn’t you wake me?” He scooped her into his arms, taking care to cradle her head in the crook of his arm. “No, don’t even answer that, you know how much I hate excuses. You’ll just make me want to turn you over my knee for the long overdue spanking that you need.”

She wanted to laugh, but could barely manage a curve of her lips into a tiny smile. She did relax into his arms and shut her eyes to the already fading light in the room, grateful for the comfort of his strong arms minus the surge of dark magick.

“How are you, Noah?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Let’s get you to feeling better, and then I think we better talk. I have something I should probably share.”

For a moment she thought about what he said, but it soon proved to be too painful. She refocused her efforts instead on easing the tension from her body and mind because whatever Noah wanted to say could wait until the pain in her body subsided.

Besides, what could he say that would be more damaging to their fragile relationship than her admission of being born from a demon and a witch? She would have to tell him this time and take her chances…when the time was right.

If he chose to kill her, well, at least then her head wouldn’t hurt anymore.

She sighed contentedly when her bare back hit the cool sheets of his bed. The room smelled of hot sex and spicy male, reminding her of the delicious time they had shared earlier.

“I’m going to lift your head and help you take these pills, okay?”

“Yes.”

He lifted her smoothly and fed her three tiny white tablets and water until she got them all down. “Thank you.”

“No more talking, Jessie. You need to rest. I need you well in order for us to start working on a plan after we discuss what we are up against. Being out here, while safe from outsiders, is only temporary until we’re ready to help my brothers and their mates.”

Mates? Did he say mates? People still say that?

Her thoughts blurred as the tension in her head dissipated some. Unable to keep her eyes open or her brain functioning, she slid into sleep wondering what the hell he gave her.

* * *

Scott watched his guard dragging the beautiful dark-skinned woman into his office. She kicked and screamed and fought them tooth and nail every step of the way. Blood oozed from her lip, and one of her eyes was partially swollen where they’d obviously had to hit her just to get her this far. When her foot kicked out and struck one of the guards in the balls he wanted to laugh out loud. Her will was so strong, just like her magick, not to mention she could be mean as dirt when the situation warranted it. It was those exact things combined that made her one of the most sought after voodoo priestesses in New Orleans. Everyone in the Quarter as well as every Parrish in Louisiana came to her when they needed the impossible done. And on the rare occasions she couldn’t give them what they were willing to pay for well, then she would call in his nephew.

Anger boiled in his veins every time he thought about the power his nephews abused while he had virtually none of his own. At least nothing like each one of those cursed boys had. He instead had to resort to ritual after ritual to stay in power. Those bastards didn’t deserve to possess it let alone wield it. Good thing that wouldn’t be an issue for much longer.

While the one guard was doubled over howling about his nuts, the woman took two steps toward the other and stomped on his foot with all her strength. Bones crunched and the guard screamed like a girl.

“Enough.” His command came out loud and strong in the cavernous room.

She looked up then, noticing whose office she now occupied and fear flooded her eyes as she spat just to spite him. Tired of her disrespect, he waved his hand in her direction and watched with amusement as her eyes bugged open as she realized she’d just been bound to the floor and had her vocal chords frozen.

“Now, that’s more like it, Severina, isn’t it?” He knew exactly what kind of panic and agony raced through her mind as he spoke. “Just stay calm