Witch Way: The New Ashton Chronicles by F.R. Southerland

Witch Way: The New Ashton Chronicles by F.R. Southerland

Author:F.R. Southerland [Southerland, F.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-05-24T22:00:00+00:00


They

Shadows retreated into the corners when the overhead light came on. Its brilliance burned, but They stared at the figures as they emerged from the doorway with relentlessness.

Mason. A powerful warlock. Not entirely human. Half-demon. The air glimmered around him with his heavily suppressed magic.

The older red-haired woman was Mara—ah, They knew Mara too well. She held significant power of her own, more subdued than Mason’s, certainly, but just as dangerous.

The younger woman piqued Their interest most of all. Yes. They knew her. They stared at her with Patrick’s dull, dead eyes and pulled his mouth into something like a smile. “Andy Foster.” The power in Their voice reverberated the air around Them. The sound grated, like gravel beneath silk. Power edged every word and resonated long after They’d spoken.

Silence. They waited.

Andy fidgeted, fingers flexing then relaxing. She watched, waited, then finally broke the silence. “You know me,” she stated. “How do you know me?”

Impatient child.

“Yes.” The answer came quickly, with no hesitation. A hiss. “Your power is well known.” Eyes shifted to the half-demon. “And you, Mason Davis. We know you.”

He lifted his head, looking down upon the revenant with a cool, measured stare. They knew that menacing look. For all his cold, blank facade, anger seethed. Quiet fury. A snake lying in wait and every bit as cold-blooded. A strike could come from nowhere in a millisecond. They knew the devastating force of his power—just as he knew Theirs.

With the revenant’s eyes, They looked upon him without fear.

“Who are you?” Mason asked. The words were flat, emotionless, but They detected something buried within the question. Caution. Fear.

They made no response.

They turned to Mara and appraised her as well. She hid her fear as well, behind a mother’s ferocity and anger. She was a beautiful woman, a seer with immense foresight, but her talent for manipulating hearts and minds made her dangerous too. She presented no threat at present but They sneered in her direction all the same.

Finally, They switched their focus to the young witch and spoke. “You could guess,” They began, answering Mason’s question without once glancing away from Andy, “and you can ask your questions. You’ll get no answers.”

“Oh, cut the cryptic shit.” Andy strode forward, all confidence and commands, imposing with her towering height. She wore her emotion plainly, unlike Mason or her mother. Eyes burned with rage and annoyance and her mouth screwed into a grimace. She had strength but beneath it, in her eyes, They could see something else. Weakness. Fatigue. “I hate these games. Tell us who you are and why you’re here before we make you.”

“Andy—”

Deep laughter drowned out the rest of Mara’s admonishment. And it continued, resonating with an unnatural timbre. Mason faced it without flinching, but both women drew back. Fear leeched the confidence right off their faces.

They felt a keen satisfaction at that, petty as it was.

As the laughter died, They clicked Patrick’s tongue to the back of his teeth. “What threats! What useless little threats! You already have the answers, don’t you? We are already imprisoned with your power.



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