Page 63 of Blood Union (Dark Witch Chronicles 3)
My phone blares, so I withdraw it and tap the screen as Brad’s name pops up. “What is it?”
“I’ve got your people,” he says. “We’re headed that way now.”
“You’re here?”
“No. About ten minutes out.”
I lift my gaze to Bronywyn. “How far out will those wards detect?”
“A mile,” she replies. “Why?”
Heart hammering, I press the phone back to my ear. “Remember the map I sent you?”
“Yeah.”
“Come in the back way. And get here as quickly as you can.” After ending the call, I shove the phone back into my pocket. “It’s not Brad, but he’s on his way with ‘our people.’”
“Our people?”
“I’m guessing he found us some supernaturals,” I reply to Bella.
She looks terrified, her dark eyes wide as she huddles back by Rachel. The human woman has a gun in one hand, a kitchen knife in the other.
Even Winnie and Ivan are armed, as is Walker, who is barely managing to remain on his feet beside Rainey and Elijah.
“I say we go meet our party.” Rainey turns to Magnolia. “Normally, I would have all of you stay inside.” She gestures to the young witch before gesturing to Winnie, Ivan, Rachel, and Bella. Then, she finally points to Walker. “Especially you, given your current circumstances. But I think a show of force is more important right now. So stay behind us, and if shit goes south, use the secret exit, or find yourself a fae and get out of here.”
“We’re not leaving you guys,” Magnolia argues.
“I’m not asking you to. We’ll be coming right behind you guys. Promise.” She takes a deep breath and rolls her shoulders.
Cole shifts.
Delaney and Bronywyn call forth their power, the colorful magic swirling around their arms like mist.
My love turns to me and smiles, though the strain is all over her face. “All we have to do is hold them off until Brad gets here,” I assure her.
“We got this,” Delaney says softly, as she pats Cole’s head.
Rainey and Elijah are the first ones out, with Bronywyn, me, Delaney, and Cole flanking them. The rest of our group move in behind us, and together, we face the road as what must be nearly a hundred supernaturals march toward us.
Led by fucking Odette.