Shadow Witch by M. Sinclair

Author:M. Sinclair [Sinclair, M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lost & Bound Publishing
Published: 2024-01-08T00:00:00+00:00

13

DEVA

Hot tears of frustration streamed from my eyes as I stayed on my knees, my chest aching with the reality that I now had to face—a reality I couldn’t avoid, no matter how much I wanted to. I prayed to the fates that the story would ring false, that upon replaying her words I would scoff…but that wasn’t the case, was it? It was real.

I could feel the truth in my bones, and in some ways it made so much damn sense. I’d always been treated differently. Not better. No, I wouldn’t say favored or better, even as his Dead Doll…but differently. I’d assumed it was because I showed potential, but now I saw things from a completely different perspective.

I think…I think the thing that possibly trumped all of that, though, was my name. For so long I had hated the name Ayla, but now I felt like it was stolen from me. My mother had gifted me that name, and Astaroth had ripped it away only to bestow it upon me like a prize after a twisted game of proving myself to him.

“So fucked up. This is so fucked up,” I chanted, the walls trembling as I repeatedly slammed my fist down on the stone.

My shadow magic brushed my skin, and as I looked around I realized that I’d created my own darkened room of shadows. I could still feel the stone floor underneath me, but everything else was shut out. I’d never done anything like this outside of dreamscapes, and the amount of power I used would probably draw the attention of my men.

But there was a small part of me that hoped no one would find me. Not yet. I wasn’t ready to talk to my men about the darker truth of my past. I had assumed that my biggest demon was what I’d done and the role I’d played in my past, but it was so much worse than that, and I needed time to process it on my own.

Unfortunately that wasn’t my reality, and I should have expected it.

I should have expected Lazaro to hunt me down, especially after I ran from him.

“Little thief.” Lazaro’s rough voice echoed as his magical signature, like electric bolts, began to hit the outside of my shadowed walls. How could I hear him but nothing else? It was like he was inside my head. Hell, he probably was—our connection was far deeper than simple magic could forge. No, we were connected down to my heartbeat, a pulse that shouldn’t have existed.

Because of that connection, I knew immediately that this wasn’t the Lazaro I normally interacted with. It was almost like an undercurrent, a secondary personality that had been pulled forth. There was an element to his voice, an element to his magic, that was far more deadly than I had heard from him before.

“Deva.”

“Go,” I whispered harshly. “Please Lazaro, just go.”

“Let me in.” His words were soft but held a demand that I couldn’t deny.

That didn’t stop me from trying, though.

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