Motor City Witch by Pape Cindy Spencer

Author:Pape, Cindy Spencer [Pape, Cindy Spencer]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2010-01-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Aidan was quite certain he’d died. When he’d jumped between Elise and the bullet, he’d felt it enter his chest and known his time was up.

Odd, though. He hadn’t expected it to be cold in the Summerlands.

And whatever he was lying on was hard as well. No green, grassy meadow here.

“Wake up, Daddy. Please wake up.” A soft, small hand stroked his brow. Now that was more like it.

Daddy?

His eyes flew open—or they would have if they hadn’t been glued shut. He kept trying and eventually they cracked open, letting in a dim, murky light. He rubbed his eyes and saw a mix of dried blood and grime on his hands. That was what his eyes had been caked with. Lovely.

A small pale face with bright green eyes looked down into his own and smiled, though it too was streaked with dirt. “Finally. You took a long time to wake up.”

“Adina?” What the sodding hell was going on?

“Of course. Silly Daddy. Who else would it be?” She patted his cheek with one small hand, which was, to his horror, covered in sticky half-dried blood. His? Her pink unicorn pajamas were spattered with it too.

“Where are we, Dina?” God, she had to be freezing in those thin cotton pajamas, with her tiny feet bare.

Her pert little face twisted into a scowl. “In jail.”

“Jail?”

Dina shrugged. “It looks like jail. I don’t like it here and I want to go home.”

Aidan suppressed a laugh. One moment she seemed so adult, the next she was merely another four-year-old girl. Groaning, he levered himself up into a seated position. Sure enough, they were in a cinderblock cell, with concrete floors and black iron bars. There was a ledge with a thin blanket along one end, but whoever had tossed him in here had thrown him on the floor. Another corner held a prison-style steel toilet bowl. What limited light there was came from a couple of bare, low-wattage bulbs in the corridor.

“Do you feel better now?” Dina bit her lower lip. “You were hurt real bad.”

Aidan looked down at his chest. His cream-colored sweater was soaked in blood and there was a hole to the left of his sternum. Fuck—the bullet had gone in. He sent a mental probe into the wound and found it completely healed—there wouldn’t even be a scar. He looked at his daughter—no, Elise’s daughter, and nodded. “I feel much better. Who healed me?”

“I did.” Her large, slanted eyes grew wide and filled with tears. “I know I’m not s’posed to unless it’s a ’mergency, but it looked real bad.”

“That’s okay, sweeting. You did the right thing.” She sniffled and Aidan couldn’t help himself. Despite knowing that he should keep his emotional distance, he lifted her onto his lap and cradled her close to his chest. Gods, she was so tiny, so fragile and yet she’d wielded enough magic to heal a mortal wound. No wonder Elise had worked carefully to protect her.

And now it was up to him to get her the hell out of this prison.

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