A Witch's Rite (Witch's Path Series: Book 5) by N. E. Conneely

Author:N. E. Conneely [Conneely, N. E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-10-23T23:00:00+00:00

Ned

I watched as the powder drifted into the bowl. Hopefully Hayato would answer quickly. My snails needed attention, and I had little interest in this side of things. Behind me, the officer made a pained sound.

"Keep it to yourself," I scolded. "That badly healed arm is your own fault. You invaded my territory."

Behind me the moaning stopped, and not a moment too soon. The water cleared, and I could see Hayato. Bowing, I hurried to tell him the good news. "The officer is awake."

"Delightful." A cruel grin stretched his thin lips.

"The shipment has been sent to the witches. I've located a suitable place for the outdoor snails." I hurried though the list of things to tell him. Hayato would want to start questioning my captive soon. "I would like my next order of supplies to be of higher quality. I'm tired of their spells breaking."

Hayato lost the smile. "If this goes well, I can see to your equipment."

Nodding, I continued on to things he cared about. "One officer is dead—I learned that after our last conversation. Bella is also dead. She attempted to slay the elf and failed."

"One dead is a good start. I'll have instructions for managing the rest of them after I question the captive," Hayato said tersely. "Do you have the talisman I gave you?"

I nodded slowly. The ring was in my pocket. I could never figure out exactly why, but I found the feel of it on my finger rather distasteful.

"Get it out. Put it on," Hayato demanded.

I wanted to ask if I had to, but the hard look on his face dissuaded me from questioning him. "Of course."

Reaching into my pocket, I found the ring, of a size to fit on my left ring finger, which I'd always found somewhat odd since traditionally that finger was reserved for wedding rings. I opened my hand and watched the ring roll around, and I was looking at it even though I'd promised myself I would avert my eyes.

The ring was made of slightly tarnished silver. The wide band was etched with symbols I didn't recognize and contained a single oval-cut diamond. Every time the light glittered off the hard edges, I could see flames deep inside the stone, though I kept telling myself that was simply my imagination.

Sliding the ring onto my finger, I tried to block out the skin-pricking sensation of something crawling up my arm. Where in the past the feeling had subsided rather quickly, this time it intensified, turning into a thousand little pinpoints digging their way into my skin. Clamping my jaw shut, I tried to ignore the pain. A guttural moan forced its way out.

In a moment the pain faded away, and I found myself looking out of my own eyes as if I were an observer. I could see that I was moving into the bedroom, but I couldn't feel my body moving. I was completely cut off from the sensation. When I wanted to scream, I found I couldn't do that either.

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