The Cursed Witch by Chandelle LaVaun

Author:Chandelle LaVaun [LaVaun, Chandelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wanderlost Publishing
Published: 2020-06-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Three

Riah

It’d been six hours, forty-five minutes, and twelve seconds since Saraphina went inside that old wooden house…she had not yet resurfaced.

And I was about to lose my mind.

Every single part of me wanted to barge through that door and find her, to see her with mine own eyes. I wanted to tear that house down brick by brick and kick my way through the wooden slats. My legs bounced so fast the wooden bench I sat on vibrated. My fingers burned with the desire to yank my cloaking ring off and slam my way through that front door.

Yet I could not. But that was the story of my life. Everything I wanted I could not have – at least in regards to her.

I had to respect her privacy, her life. Well, I did not technically have to. Prince Thorne had made it perfectly clear I was to do whatever I needed to keep her safe – after all, he needed her alive. But I could not, in good conscience, betray her in such a way. I loved her with every fiber of my being. I would give her this little bit of privacy. It was all I had to give her in the end.

I’d kept that unspoken promise to her for three hundred and twenty-seven years, I would not break it now.

No matter how much I wanted to.

The first hour I’d circled the house, peeking in through every window to make sure she was not in any danger…but then I’d taken up post across the street on a bench in the middle of a mild blizzard. One I was fairly certain she had caused. I sighed and rolled my neck and snow cascaded over my face like a waterfall. I’d sat so still for so long the snow had piled up on my shoulders and head. It was fine, my magic kept me warm.

My magic also allowed me to feel her presence. I knew she was inside. After all these centuries I could pinpoint her exact location within the house so I knew she was alive and well. Mine self on the other hand, that was debatable.

This house itself I knew quite well. It was The Coven’s headquarters here in town. It always had been. In 1692, Saraphina had come here often with her mother and uncle. The façade had not much changed, not that that would matter. I felt the magic of The Coven radiating out of the wood even though none of them were here.

That was the only reason I had not gone inside. If a single member of The Coven had been present I would have been her shadow. The Coven could not have her. That was imperative. Prince Thorne had made that painfully clear.

Keep her safe. Keep her out of The Coven’s hands.

The front door flew open and Savannah and Gigi skipped out into the snow. I sucked in a sharp breath and sat up straight. A quick glance down confirmed my cloaking ring was on the correct finger – no one would see me.

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