Micah's Magick by Anya Bast

Author:Anya Bast
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal romance, short stories, witches, anya bast, free stories
Publisher: Anya Bast

Stefan held out a hand. "Don't come any closer, or I'll jump, I swear.”

"I care, why?"

"You care because you tracked me here. I don't know why you care, but you do."

Micah halted about five feet from him. "I care only because I want you to pay, Stefan. As much I would love to watch you take a stroll over this cliff, you'd be getting off too easy for your crimes. I want your ass back under Rue's thumb. I want you to suffer."

"You don't know what it's like. It's hell inside my soul without my magick."

Emily touched Micah's upper arm as though to give him support. He covered her hand with his.

Micah's eyebrows rose into his hairline. "I don't know what it's like? Did you just say...?" He fought the urge to kick him over the edge. That hardly seemed sporting considering Stefan's condition, but it was tempting. "You fucking took my magick with your fucking blue ball of death, Stefan. I do know what it's like. But if I can fucking well suck it up and get on with my life, so can you."

"No." He inched closer to the edge. "I can't."

Micah rolled his eyes. He could not believe he was standing here, pleading with Stefan Faucheux not to commit suicide. This was beyond bizarre. He should be encouraging him to jump. He whirled around, pulling a hand through his hair in frustration.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Casting a meaningful look at Emily, she shook her head. He was too close to the edge to use earth magick if he tried to jump. There wouldn't be enough to find a countermeasure as he fell.

Micah hated every molecule in the other man's body for putting him in this situation. "Life without magick is not the end. There's still a lot to live for." Micah glanced at Emily, realizing suddenly that maybe he had even more now to live for than he'd had two days ago.

"You're not a slave to Ytrayi demon," Stefan snarled over his shoulder.

Yeah, okay, he had a pretty good point. "I didn't steal the magick of hundreds of Coven witches, you fucking bastard." His voice shook with a rare uncontrolled burst of fury.

Emily stepped forward, past Micah. "Stefan, give me your hand. You know you don’t want to do this or you'd have already done it. Come on, just take my hand and call it quits, okay?"

Stefan hesitated, teetering toward the edge of the cliff. For one heart stopping moment, Micah thought he would leap. Instead, he reached back and caught Emily's hand.

Thank gods.

Then several things happened all at once. Stefan's foot slipped and he started to fall. Emily grabbed onto him and there was a scuffle, with Emily trying to pull Stefan back from the edge and Stefan trying not to go over. Emily's foot came too close to the cliff face and she went over.

Went over.

Micah flew to the edge, pushing Stefan back and making him fall backward onto the ground. He couldn't see her. "Emily!" he yelled, her name coming out in a horse cry of anguish he hadn't known was in him.

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