Dark Curse by Kim Richardson

Author:Kim Richardson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: action packed, paranormal romance, supernatural, supernatural thriller, angels and demons, strong heroine, strong female, witch and wizards, vampires and shifters
Publisher: Kim Richardson

15

Usually, you don’t give an addict some crack or an alcoholic a bottle of whiskey. Usually you try to avoid having these elements in their company, trying to help them in their recovery by removing their temptations. But I was doing the exact opposite. I was handing an addict her fix.

Evanora Crow was a power addict—specifically demonic power. It was dark, great, and limitless. She was so far gone in her addiction, so hooked on the feeling of power that I knew she couldn’t resist my offer. She wanted to feel that high, to taste the high of power, of greatness.

“Imagine what you can do with this well of dark power,” I coaxed after I’d told her about Lucian being the archdemon who had supplied the Unmarked with his blood. She was particularly interested in the part where he’d showed up and offered me this gift. “Think of the possibilities. You might never have to call upon another demon again.”

The witch’s face twitched at that. “And you are willing to offer it to Evanora? For free?”

I shared a look with Gareth, and from the deep frown on his face and the tightness of his jaw, I knew he wasn’t exactly happy about what I was offering. In fact, he looked livid, like he was about to use some of his elf dust on me. I hadn’t told him because I knew he’d try to talk me out of it. But this was my decision. And if Evanora could remove Lucian’s gift, she was welcome to have it.

“This is where my offer comes in,” I said, heart pounding. God, I hoped I was doing the right thing.

The witch made a disgusting noise in her throat and cocked her head so that her white eye was focused on me. Totally creepy. “Evanora knows you are using her,” she intoned. “Everyone uses Evanora.”

I shrugged, not feeling any pity for the psychotic witch who’d tried to bleed me to death. “Just like you’ve used others in the past.” I pointed a finger at her. “Like the way you used my blood, Dr. Frankenstein. I haven’t forgotten.” The witch huffed, her jaw grinding like she was chewing on something.

I looked at Gareth again, but he was staring at the witch, his arms crossed over his chest with a dark expression on his face. My mood souring, I looked past him to the door curtain for a sign of Tyrius. The baal had decided to do a thorough search of the shop for my blood, in case Evanora still had some stashed somewhere. Danto and Layla had gone out to see if the other dark witches had alerted anyone of our visit.

Restless, I turned my attention back on the old witch. “So?” I prompted, seeing Evanora’s brow furrowed. She was racing through all the possibilities in her mind.

With a soft click of her teeth, Evanora opened her mouth. “What is it you want in exchange?”

Okay. Here it comes. “I want you to clear my name. I want you to go to the Gray Council and tell them exactly what you did.

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