Royal Covens 1-3 by J.R. Thorn

Author:J.R. Thorn [Thorn, J.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-06-21T22:00:00+00:00

Queen of Hell

Hot ash burned my eyes and I tried to rub it away, but both my hands were pinned to my chest, covered by Marcus’ arms that wrapped me tight.

“Don’t move,” he instructed, his lips right against my ear so that I could hear his nearly imperceptible whispers.

The air cleared enough for me to see the destruction—as well as the few survivors who stumbled across the debris.

No, not survivors. Sarina and the Anointed, as well as a few demon-touched wolves who somehow weren’t ripping their heads off.

Sarina seemed to have no trouble getting her hands dirty as she stabbed her heels into broken planks and climbed the giant mountain of rubble. Her hair flew around her face like angry vipers and her eyes blazed with fury. “Where is she?” she demanded. “She must be here. She has nowhere else to go!”

Willa, the Anointed of the Amber coven, scrambled over the debris and snapped a finger at the witch as if she were an unruly child. “I told you that killing Lenora wouldn’t get you what you wanted, you bitch!”

Sarina seemed to be in no mood for opposition and smacked the petite girl across the face, sending her elegant glasses flying and cracking hard over the rubble. “Don’t speak to me like that unless you want to join her coven!”

The other witches flinched at the blow, but didn’t move to take Sarina down. Rebecca seemed the most defeated of all as she slumped into herself. Even her emerald earrings had lost their luster and glinted nearly black in the dull moonlight.

Iris straightened and smoothed her leathers that stuck to her curves. “We’ve had a great loss,” she reminded Sarina. It seemed to soothe the witch, although I was sure it helped that she had an Australian accent. Who doesn’t love accents?

Sarina glowered. “I’ve lived for a long time and loss is just a part of life. They’ll get used to it.”

“Why do you want Evelyn so badly?” Heather asked as she swiped frizzy strands of hair away from her face. Her pearl earrings glowed defiantly and I was glad to see that not all of the Anointed had lost their nerve.

Sarina lifted her lip in a sneer. She grazed her touch over the stolen amethyst earrings hanging at her lobes that belonged to me. “Because she is mine.”

Willa picked up her glasses and wiped them on her blouse. She winced when they cracked further. Defiantly, she settled them on her nose and peered at Sarina. “You already destroyed an entire coven. Is that not enough sacrifice to satiate your needs?”

Sarina rolled her eyes and dug into the debris, tossing away rocks and planks with far more ease than I would have given her credit for. Apparently the death of my coven gave her some serious mojo. “You wouldn’t understand. She is part of a contract. I might have sacrificed enough witches to stay alive, but my master will be expecting her soul soon.”

I flinched at that, as did the other Anointed.

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