Witch's Bounty by Ann Gimpel

Author:Ann Gimpel [Gimpel, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00ITE398O
Barnesnoble: B00ITE398O
Publisher: Taliesin Publishing
Published: 2014-03-05T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Duncan drew magic softly, subtly to create a ward; he didn’t want to alert anyone to their presence. Colleen led them to the back of a ramshackle three-story house. Lights blazed from inside. He felt her stiffen next to him just about the time he got a good, strong whiff of Irichna. She loosed a string of curses in her head, but he heard them.

“How many are there? I can’t tell. It feels like one huge clump of evil to me.” He shielded his mind voice just for her.

“Three.” She paused. “Maybe more. Hard to tell, but I sense at least three of the bastards.”

“Do we need help?”

She nodded, vibrating with outrage. “Bubba’s helpless, so either Jenna or Roz will be protecting him. At least they’re all still alive.”

Hoping against hope he wouldn’t raise Andraste again, Duncan released a distress signal. Colleen hooked an arm through his and pulled. “Let’s circle the house and see what we can.”

Because it was as good an idea as any, he followed her. Unfortunately, the house sat high above the street. To peer into the windows, they’d have to get much closer, which didn’t seem wise, since they hadn’t been discovered—yet. He drew her back to where they’d started and said, “I can get more information using magic.”

The air near them glittered oddly. Colleen raised her hands, ready to strike. “Wait,” Duncan said, his voice very low. “They may be on our side.”

He recognized fae energy, but not the pair who shimmered into being. Duncan draped magic about them to muffle conversation and inserted his body between Colleen and the newcomers. “Names,” he barked, wondering if they were Seelie or Unseelie.

The woman’s shoulder-length black hair bobbed as she shook her head in what looked like annoyance. Lines formed around the corners of her green eyes when she narrowed them in disapproval. A skintight black jumpsuit fit her like a second skin and her feet were bare. “Och aye, ’tisn’t enough we heeded your call?” she asked.

“No. It isn’t,” Duncan snapped. “I am one of the Sidhe Elders. I do not know you.”

“Duncan!” Colleen’s mind voice was sharp. “We scarcely have time for this. Either let them help us, or tell them to leave.”

The man inclined his head. His dark hair shimmied around him, falling to chest level. Eyes the color of gray smoke held an otherworldly aspect. Like all fae, he was beautiful, with a gamin’s face and a perpetually youthful look. In contrast to the woman’s formfitting garb, he wore a midnight blue robe, sashed with teal. “We are dark fae, from the Unseelie Court.” He held up a hand, no doubt in response to the antipathy flickering from Duncan’s eyes. “Ye hold no love for us, yet we consider the Irichna an enemy as well, or we would not have shown ourselves.”

“Aye, the demons have grown powerful. ’Tis a concern for us all,” the woman added. She set her hands on her hips. “What shall it be, Sidhe? Will ye swallow your misplaced pride—?”

Glass shattered.

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