Her Dark Hunter by Morganna Williams & Jack Crosby

Author:Morganna Williams & Jack Crosby [Williams, Morganna & Crosby, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Heat Lightning Publications
Published: 2020-05-22T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Madison Black

"The virgin's life force is what Beelzebub wants to steal; unless she has the gift that heals."

The moment the icicle hit Alistair, I knew Wilma was sacrificing herself. It was old magic, blood magic. The wound she caused was directly tied to her own life force. If he killed her, which he did rather swiftly, whatever had been damaged by the icicle would turn necrotic.

The mammoth man gripped his shoulder and slumped over, the dead tissue inside him beginning to fester. Damnit, I was no healer but I had to do something. Think, Madison, think, I scolded myself. There was only one thing I could do.

A witch finds her powers from inside her. When one turns thirteen, if she has a mentor, they will teach her how to look inside and see what gifts you've been blessed with. I had a mentor, but not the will to do so. As luck would have it, I'd been raised by a pretty powerful witch and I had a bit of know how in these sorts of matters.

I hesitated for a moment. Would I actually tap into the unknown black magic inside me to save Alistair? Without another thought, yes, I would.

I closed my eyes and began the deep, dark dive into the void. The rest of the world began to disappear, except for the labored breathing of Alistair. C'mon Madison, go faster, find your magic! I kept going, further and further down. It had to be here, any moment it would appear to me and help me save the man dying beside me.

Except it didn't come to me. I opened my eyes, no more a witch now than I was five minutes ago. I'd failed, miserably. I wasn't strong enough to save him. Tears started to well up in my eyes, falling from them and on to the hunter.

That's when the weirdest thing happened. As I was a blubbering mess, crying for a man I barely knew but was incredibly infatuated with, the wound began to smoke as my tears came in contact with it. What was this? The skin was beginning to repair itself.

"Why do I feel like I've been shot," Alistair groaned.

"You're alive!" I threw my arms around his neck.

He grunted for a moment as I latched on. "Careful, there's a gaping hole in my shoulder." We both looked the wound over. "Or, there was a gaping hole in my shoulder."

His coat and shirt were still ripped, but where the dead flesh had been eating away at his skin with the large amount of infection that the curse caused, it was clean new skin. The curse was gone.

I touched his healed shoulder with wonder. "I know that spell, this shouldn't be happening."

I broke the hug and got up. He followed suit, his towering frame looming over me. "Something doesn't add up Madison and I think it’s time you come clean." I wanted to tell him everything, but he silenced me with a look. "That Wilma was a screamer. We need to get the hell out of here before the police show up and arrest us.

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