Shadow's Raven by C.A. Worley

Author:C.A. Worley [Worley, C.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-12-18T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Raven

Not ready to lower my spell, despite Casimir’s obvious familiarity with the witch, I used my other powers to scan her soul. The female’s electric blue irises glittered as she eyed me critically before scanning me in response.

I found nothing foul or corrupt so I erected a shield around the tub and dropped my attacking spell. It wouldn’t have killed her but it would have paralyzed the intruder for a short time. Having dropped it without warning, the other witch’s magic slammed into my shield and was inaudibly absorbed instead of repelled.

Her eyes widened a fraction. “How very, very interesting,” she spoke slowly as her hands petted the long chestnut braid hanging over her right shoulder. “Tell me, Cas, where in the heavens did you find a Dianic witch? They’re so rare in the Otherland, even one of mixed blood.”

Witches could feel witch blood in others. I wasn’t certain if she could tell what else comprised my makeup.

“You’re a Dianic witch. One who lives in the Otherland with hundreds of others of your kind,” he replied coolly.

“Yes, and my coven is the only one within a thousand miles of the Shadowlands. The witch behind you is not one I know.”

That response piqued my interest. “You’re from Eastbourne?” I questioned.

My mother had been in Eastbourne, a small neutral territory northeast of the Faelands, when she met my father. It sat beside a small glacial lake said to hold magical energies.

The coven there was the only Dianic coven Circe had ever spoken of, outside of the one she was born into in Earth Realm. A group of witches settled in Eastbourne long ago because it was a wealthy trading post of sorts with thriving markets and towns where they could sell their potions, medicines, and spellcasting services at a premium.

“I am,” she answered proudly. “Allow me to introduce myself since my darling Casimir here seems to be woefully out of sorts at the moment.”

My darling Casimir? I mentally snarled. That was almost worse than lover.

“I am Vera of the Mirror Lake Coven. And you are?”

“Raven.”

“Of the … ?”

“No coven.”

On a gasp, Vera’s hand flew to her chest. “No coven?!” she cried dramatically. “What do you mean no coven? How is that possible? Who protects you and your interests?”

“I do,” Casimir answered.

“I protect myself,” I corrected irritably.

He looked down his shoulder at me, meeting my lifted brow. “And now you have me to help,” he amended with a wink.

I bit the inside of my cheeks.

“Obviously the two of you are … a new development. What about before you met? How did you learn control? Who ensured you were thriving? Young witches are often so vulnerable.” Vera actually looked pained.

Control could be more dangerous than raw power alone. It was easy to make a small dagger fly across the room. With good control, it landed precisely where you meant it to land, without an ounce more power required.

Dianic witches were well known for having both. They were also notorious for having little respect for creatures of lesser powers.

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