Coven Betrayed (The Silver Legacy Book 4) by Alex Westmore

Author:Alex Westmore [Westmore, Alex]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Broad Winged Books
Published: 2017-06-02T06:00:00+00:00

Denny sheathed Fouet and brought Epée out with a schtick sound. “You might be right,” she replied, cutting off his left hand.

He howled, looked down at his hand, and leveled a glare at her. “Motherfucker.”

“I’d planned on sending your sorry corpse to your boss, or master, or whoever the hell it is you report to, but you’ve been such an ass, I think—” Denny cut his right arm off. “That maybe sending pieces back will be far more satisfying.”

“Do what you will to me, hunter. Your witches are dead. You are dead. You are living on borrowed time.”

Denny cut his left leg off and down he went.

Standing over him, Denny placed Epée’s tip at the hollow of his neck. “You and yours are pieces of shit. You’re cowards. You are not worth another breath.” Then she shoved the tip through his neck.

He exploded.

Then she killed all of the others under the watchful eyes of the witches, who remained eerily silent.

“Thank you,” Denny said to the witches. “But I believe there were witchers with them.”

“We could only focus our power on these demons,” a red-headed woman said in heavily accented English. She had beautiful porcelain-like skin with bright blue eyes. “The witch hunters went after your friends.”

“Shit.”

Cassandra came out from behind the statue. “I took care of those. You need not worry, love.”

Denny put her weapons away and was turning to introduce herself to the redhead when the woman broke away from the group, took several long strides, and punched Cassandra right in the face.

Before Denny could stop the Hanta from emerging full blown and filled with rage, she grabbed the redhead by the hair, pulled her to the ground, and flashed both red eyes and teeth at her. “Touch her again and die,” came the Hanta’s voice.

Cassandra wiped her bloody nose with the back of her hand and held up a palm to the other witches. “Calm down, ladies. This is between Beatrice and me. Hunter, please collect yourself. You’re hurting the poor thing.”

Denny realized she had a handful of red hair and released it. “Uh. Sorry, ladies. Sometimes it can’t be helped.” Denny bent down and helped an irate Beatrice to her feet. “Sorry.”

The woman glared at Cassandra. “I should have known you’d connect with a bloody Legacy hunter.”

Cassandra stood almost eye-to-eye with the woman. “Actually, she’s not my hunter.”

“Of course she isn’t. I imagine she’s just another conquest. A notch on your very carved up bedpost. You are so pathetically transparent.”

Cassandra wiped more blood from her face and grinned. “If I recall, back in the day, you enjoyed being tied to those carved up bedposts.”

Beatrice brought her hand back to slap Cassandra, but Denny’s reaction was so swift, she caught her by the wrist before she could strike. “Uh-uh. You got your one punch in.” Denny flashed her red eyes at Beatrice. “And we won’t appreciate it if you take another.”

Snatching her hand back, Beatrice stepped away from Cassandra. “I had no idea the summons for assistance came from you or I might have been inclined to reject it.

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