Unwanted Witch by Kiesha Thomas

Author:Kiesha Thomas [Thomas, Kiesha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-07-06T16:00:00+00:00

Several hours passed before Cosima called me to escort her back to her room. I was glad Luc had fallen asleep. He could be stubborn when he wanted to, but the sleeping pill did him some good. After a quick glance at him, I softly shut the door behind me.

Today had been one disappointment after another. The only good thing that happened today was I saw Cosima again. Something about her just draws me into her, and I can’t figure it out. She is beautiful, but it’s deeper than that. Maybe one day, I will figure it out, but not tonight.

The hallways were empty. It didn’t take me long to reach the room. Before I could knock, she opened the door. Cosima closed the door behind her. Her eyes were swollen, puffy and red. She leaned against the wall and burst into tears.

Bending down, I scooped her in my arms. “Is everything alright?’

“She blames me. This is all my fault,” said Cosima.

I bit my tongue. Why do the victims always take responsibility for the attacker’s actions? No one has the right to rape another person. Some spineless jellyfish men try to make sure you think it’s your fault.

“This is not your fault or hers.” Anger traveled through me quickly, and my arms tightened around Cosima. Her body shook in my arms as she gripped her my shirt in her hands.

“I was supposed to pick her up in her room. I went there but I didn’t speak with her for myself. I was told she was sick.”

Pulling in a deep breath I smiled. This means she has a clue. The person who told her Chaniya was sick was probably part of the attack. “Who told you she was sick?”

Her cheeks turned pink. “He said his name was Nick Emerson.”

Rage surged through me. There was no doubt that this Nick was part of the attack on Chaniya.

I turned her toward her room and with one arm around her waist we walked. “I will deal with him. Let’s get you to your room.”

By the time I had her door open. She was a ball of tears, and all her strength had fled her. Placing her in my arms, I strolled to the bed, and placed her on it.

Pulling the covers over her, I strolled to the door. I had a name and one way or another I would make Nick Emerson talk, if that was the last thing I did.

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