Charms & Demons by Kim Richardson

Author:Kim Richardson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: supernatural, supernatural thriller, strong female lead, ya urban fantasy, urban fantasy series, teen urban fantasy, fantasy and magic, witch series, urban fantasy witches, ya adult paranormal
Publisher: Kim Richardson

16

“Move!” With a powerful thrust, Andromalius rammed me in the back, and I pitched forward. Unable to stop my fall, I slammed into the cold hard floor in a jumble of limbs. My chin smacked the cold stone and I tasted blood in my mouth, my bones groaning and barking in pain. Fire blazed across my face and in my limbs. I hurt everywhere.

Harsh, guttural laughter rose all around me, the sound bouncing off the walls and echoing in my ears, nightmarish and endless. Bastards. Pure hatred filled me, and for a moment it consumed my pain. If only I could use my magic, I’d burn them all.

“Get up,” growled Andromalius, and a thick hand grabbed me by the arm and hauled me to my feet, sparks dancing in my eyes as I steadied myself.

“Move,” he said again and pushed me forward. It was a miracle I stayed upright.

Wincing, I willed my legs forward, moving as fast as I could without breaking into tears. God, it hurt. I didn’t want to add to the already self-satisfied smile on Vorkol’s face. She was enjoying my pain a little too much—and rightly so. I had killed her husband. But, like I said, he’d started it.

Andromalius’s heavy pace and breathing sounded right behind me. He stood ready to slice my head off at the first sign of trouble, no doubt.

A smart and sane witch would have been scared shitless. But I was neither. I wasn’t scared. I was angry. Furious. She’d taken me away from my loved ones, my family, my friends, and stuck me in a cage like an animal.

Gritting my teeth, I raised my chin and stared Vorkol in the eye as I walked towards her. The slight narrowing of her eyes at my defiance almost made me smile. Like hell I’d show her fear. Yes, she might kill me right here in her glorious ballroom, but I wouldn’t die a frightened little witch. I’d die fighting like a dark witch, with everything I had in me. I had more balls than most male dark witches. Bring it on, demon bitch.

The assembled demons flanked me on either side, still like soldiers from hell. The demons were a silent group, straight in attention of their mistress. That kind of control and power was terrifying, and I was a little envious of her.

Vorkol was not the Queen of France, but it was obvious she thought she was the queen of something. Great. I’d pissed off some version of the queen of the Netherworld, or something close to it.

She never moved, except for the small, horrible smile she gave me. She stood and waited as I trudged forward, her demonic magic sizzling in the foul air between us. She had a lot of it. I was envious about that too.

Finally, I made it to her without falling on my face again. Yay for me. Now that we were a mere six feet apart, she was even skinnier and fouler up close. Her white skin, offset by her ruby eyes and lips, made her even more terrifying.

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