The Broken Witch by Chandelle LaVaun

Author:Chandelle LaVaun [LaVaun, Chandelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wanderlost Publishing
Published: 2018-07-04T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Deacon

I gasped and spun around.

“TEGAN!” Emersyn shouted.

Tegan stood just a few feet behind us with her thumbs hooked in the belt loops of her black skinny jeans. They were a little more ripped up than the last time I’d seen them, and I was afraid to ask why. She had on a crop top tank with teeny little straps over her shoulders. I hadn’t seen her stomach before, and I definitely wasn’t expecting ab muscles. All of her training must’ve been paying off. The pink crystalized heart of her soulmate glyph pulsed with energy. A white-hilted dagger was holstered and strapped around her thigh. Her studded combat boots sank into the sand as she stood there looking tall and terrible. She looked good—no, she looked fantastic.

I glanced over my shoulder at Tennessee to gauge his reaction. His eyes were wide and his jaw slack. He looked a little pale. His glyph shimmered in the sunlight, and it pulsed the same beat as hers.

“Tegan, you’re here!” Chutney smiled and clapped her hands.

“Are you really here?” Devon asked from behind me.

“Of course I’m really here, Mother. I don’t have your gift.” But then she frowned and cocked her head to the side. “Actually, maybe I could. I’ll have to try it. Thanks for the idea.”

“How did you get here without any of us seeing you?” Cooper narrowed his eyes.

I frowned and looked to Tennessee again. Shouldn’t he have felt her presence already?

“I didn’t feel you arrive,” Tennessee said with a low voice, answering my question.

“I have my ways.” Tegan smiled, and it made the hair on my arms stand tall. “Though I was pleasantly surprised to find you haven’t taken me off the group chat.”

I gasped and turned to look at Kessler. Everyone else did, too.

Tegan chuckled, and it sent a chill down my spine. “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?”

Kessler blanched. He shook his head. “I wasn’t aware you were our enemy now.”

Tegan’s blood-red lips curved into a wicked grin. She strolled forward, walking along the outside of our little circle. “You don’t have to be. You can still join us. We have wonderful plans.”

Tennessee was on his feet faster than the blink of an eye. “Us? We? We are supposed to be your we, Tegan.”

The ground rumbled under us, and wind slammed into our faces. Tegan’s long black hair whipped around her face. She turned to the side and flipped her hair over her shoulder. She hadn’t gotten too close to anyone yet, like she was afraid we’d reach out and grab her. The look in Tennessee’s eyes suggested she had reason for concern.

“The Coven has done nothing but lie to me for sixteen years. Pray tell me why my allegiance should lie with it?” She cocked her head to the side and eyed her soulmate up and down. “I mean, doesn’t it feel good not having to worry about covering your chest? You sure look good.”

“Tegan.” Royce stood on shaky legs and stared her down. “What about Henley?”

Tegan’s eyes lingered on Tennessee’s bare chest.

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