Cursed by Shona Husk

Cursed by Shona Husk

Author:Shona Husk [Husk, Shona]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-09-12T16:00:00+00:00


Oskar waited in the kitchen. While there were no clocks, he was aware of the sky darkening. Too long had passed. He cleaned his plate, hoping that he’d be proven wrong and nothing was amiss. He even dried it and put it away, but there was still no sign of Mylla.

He could go up and find out.

But then that would be giving away that he knew something was up. Thomas must have already realized that Mylla was less controlled and be fixing her. Storming up there unprepared and with no plan—beyond the Morrigu’s plan of using life to conquer death—wasn’t going to help either of them.

He’d finally gotten the courage to tell Mylla and explain the risks and possible outcomes and to see if she was agreeable, and now this. While Mylla marked down her wasted days behind her drawers, he was counting his last days. He didn’t want to be leaving everything to the last day.

While he may not have been much of a warrior or a witch in his life, he planned on going down like one, and that meant facing his curse head on, and well before the deadline. He was tired of living with the looming threat and wanted it over one way or another, but Thomas was up there rigging the game, stealing a queen and tangling her up to work against him. His fingers curled and opened.

He should have told her straight away.

They could’ve acted already. They could have been free. Or dead.

Either way, Mylla wouldn’t be up there getting cut and wrapped up in magic by Thomas. He looked at the kitchen knives. The blades were far too tempting.

He turned on his heel and went outside into the cool night air. The days might be warm but the nights were still cold and he wasn’t dressed for being out. The breeze cut through his shirt. But he tuned it out. He’d done no training, and no real magic since being here—slipping into a trance and talking to the Morrigu was beginner stuff.

Ignoring the cold, he started going through kata. One by one, he tried to think only of the moves, focusing on his body and perfecting each technique and nothing else. He didn’t want to think about curses and magic. He’d been over thinking this whole thing. He was here to break the curse. Nothing more. He’d been given everything he needed, including a way to channel the unleashed magic into something positive and prevent a firestorm from leveling the area.

His muscles ached from the unaccustomed strain of gardening and carpentry. He acknowledged the stiffness, but didn’t let it stop him. He kept moving, targeting each strike and making every block count as if he were truly being attacked.

And Mylla’s freewill? Would he let that stop him?

Kata wasn’t working. What he would give to step into the dojo and have Mason or Noah kick his butt. He wanted a fight, an honest, clean fight, unmuddied by magic and consequences. One that ended in bruises and nothing more serious than dented pride and the promise of another round.



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