Amethyst (Jewels Cafe Book 7) by CY Jones

Author:CY Jones [Jones, CY]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-24T16:00:00+00:00

Hexing 101. When putting a hex on someone make sure you’re in full control. What does that mean? Make sure there aren’t other factors around that will ruin your concentration and have you sending your hex haywire. It’s a very important rule, and one I forgot as well as the big brute I left rolling around on the ground clutching his balls. I may have fooled the cheeky bastard in front of me with my ‘I want you act,’ but I didn’t fool Hulk, who’s apparently quicker than he looks. So before I mumble the last word in the spell, the bastard rises to his feet, and pushes blue eyes away, causing himself to be caught in the crossfire, and he drops like a bag of boulders. Sigh, that was some of my best work too.

“What the fuck did you do?” Blue eyes roars.

“What? I didn’t do it? Maybe he was tired or something,” I deny, lying my butt off.

Pissed now, blue eyes grabs me painfully by the arm and pulls me through the door, and down the hall. Shit, what now? There's no way in hell he’ll fall for the same trick twice. As he pulls me along, his grip on my arm gets tighter and I know he’ll leave behind bruises, but that’s the least of my problems right now. I try to pay attention to where he’s taking me, but this place is a freaking maze. It defies the logic of how a home should be. I feel like I’m in that Leonardo DiCaprio movie Inception.

There are so many twist and turns, and as soon as we leave one long hallway, he takes me through another. When we get to a set of stairs leading down to what looks like a basement, I dig my heels in the carpet, trying to prevent him from dragging me further. I’ve seen enough horror films to know to not let the killer take you in the basement, but I’m a mere witch and he’s a mighty vampire with vampire strength, so my efforts are fruitless, because all he does is gather me in his arms and throw me over his shoulder until I’m upside down with my face eye level with his ass. In a blur, he goes down the steps, and he throws me on the carpet at the feet of a man sitting in a high back chair smoking a cigar, like he’s a king holding court.

“Marcus, must you be so rough with our witch?” The old man questions as he stares me down with a gleam in his eye. The look reminds me of my grandmother when she’s up to something.

“I’m not your anything,” I reply as I get to my feet, and get right in Marcus’s face. Hocking a huge loogie, I spit it right in his face, and I watch in pure satisfaction as it drips slowly down his cheek until it gets to his neck. In retaliation, he raises his hand, prepared to slap

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