Double Hexed by Allyson James & Jennifer Ashley

Author:Allyson James & Jennifer Ashley [James, Allyson & Ashley, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00INIXRVU
Publisher: InterMix
Published: 2014-05-20T00:00:00+00:00

Nine

The room erupted in noise. Maya’s voice rose above the others, first in English, then in Spanish. Inside the saloon, the mirror kept on singing. We’d graduated to Oklahoma! and “The Surrey with the Fringe on Top.”

Pamela leapt away from Cassandra in fury, her fearsome mouth in a bloodred snarl. “Is what we have that bad, Cassandra? That you’d walk away from it and die?”

“I’d be dying for you, sweetheart,” Cassandra said. Her calling the seven-foot walking nightmare “sweetheart” made me want to giggle hysterically, even with my headache.

“I vote we sacrifice the Nightwalker,” Pamela said. “Get rid of two threats at once. What’s Ansel doing but waiting to drain us dry?”

“Typical,” Ansel’s voice came from the kitchen doorway. He leaned on the doorframe, his stance unthreatening, but I saw the red shine to his eyes. “Changers. Half animal, half human, not one thing or the other. You think like animals. Rut like them. You must be fun in bed.”

“She has a point, though, Janet,” Fremont whispered to me. “He is the most dangerous of us.”

“Ansel is not being sacrificed,” I said in a loud voice. Ansel would have heard Fremont anyway—Nightwalkers had terrific hearing. “It’s not Ansel’s fault he’s blood frenzied. When the hex is broken, he’ll revert to normal.”

“Sure about that?” Fremont asked worriedly.

No, I wasn’t sure. Nightwalkers were unstable by nature. Ansel might decide he liked the taste of living blood and be unable to give it up again.

“Don’t anyone look at me,” Maya said irritably. “I know I’m the only one here without so-called magical abilities, but the fuck I came here to have someone stick a knife in me.”

“Yeah, me either,” Fremont said.

I sat up. “No one’s getting sacrificed, because we’re not calling the sorcerer. We’ll think of another way.”

Coyote huffed a breath. “Like you blowing up the building? Forget that. I’ll be the sacrifice, ladies and gentlemen. You can stick the knife into my heart.”

Everyone stared at him in silence. I opened my mouth to object, but Mick beat me to it. “No, they’ll need you once the hex is broken. The logical choice is me. As long as I become dragon after I get stabbed, I can heal from it.”

His words worried me. Mick was so far into his dragon badass, I’ll-do-anything-to-nobly-save-you mode he might just let himself be killed—permanently. “Too risky,” I said. “What happens if there’s too much time between the knife thrust and the sorcerer removing the hex, or us killing him? I’m pretty sure you’d have to shift right away, and you can’t do it while we’re locked in here.”

“There’s not much choice,” Mick said.

“There is,” Coyote said. “Me.”

“Stand down,” Nash began, but Maya cut him off.

“Don’t you dare volunteer, Nash Jones. You do, and I’ll kill you myself.”

“Listen to Maya,” I said to Nash. “Magic won’t kill you, but I guarantee a foot-long blade to the heart would.”

Coyote raised his voice over ours.

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