Page 121 of Blood Union (Dark Witch Chronicles 3)

“Mother fucker.” Rainey turns to me. “Think Fearghas can handle mind-wiping this many?”

“He cannot.” Fearghas’s reply comes from my right, so I glance over as he and Eira come to a stop beside the car.

“Mind-wipe? Are you going to erase our memories?” the reporter demands.

Tarnley, Elijah, Delaney, Cole, Walker, Natalia, Drexel, and Magnolia join us. They surround the car, a shield blocking Rainey and me from the reporters shoving through the crowd to join the one right in front of us.

“Think we may not be getting out of this one,” I tell her.

“Certainly seems that way.” She glances to Elijah. Expression tight, he nods to her.

The officers boasting riot gear move in closer, shields up as those who fought at our side move behind us, their expressions terrified.

For centuries, we’ve hidden in the shadows, afraid of what might happen should our existence be brought to light.

Salem witch trials are the first things that come to mind.

Being persecuted because others are too afraid of what they don’t understand is a long-standing tradition in human history.

Lauren limps forward, arm wrapped around my father’s shoulders. He leans her against the car then glances up at me, lips flattened.

“Tell us what really happened here,” the reporter demands.

Rainey sighs, “The truth is that there are things you do not understand about this world,” the hunter starts. “Prepare to have your fucking minds blown.”