Page 2 of His Hunted Witch


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The horse whinnied and reared, and she almost tumbled over the tail. Only a firm hand around her waist stopped her from hitting the dirt. She would not be grateful to her captor and feigned unconsciousness again.

“You awake?”

She didn’t answer.

“Sorry about that,” he said, and she wanted to punch him. Now that she wasn’t running for her life, she could probably get a spell going to do just that, but she needed to save her strength for when she was sure she could get away.

He let her go and shouted, “I caught one!”

She opened one eye and saw a few more naked human and horse legs in a loose circle around her.

“What the hell happened to y’all?” her captor asked. “You’re beat bloody.”

“What the hell did you do?” one of them asked.

“What none of you could.”

Goldie realized two things. They all spoke with the familiar accents of West Virginia, and they were all young. Insultingly young.

“They’re going to come after her,” another protested.

Exactly.

“Let them,” her captor said.

“And when our pack finds out that you’ve led them right to us?”

Her captor shifted on the horse.

“Not to mention, she won’t go quietly,” an even younger voice said.

She was going pretty quietly at the moment and wasn’t that infuriating?

Temper leads to stupid,she told herself. It was a lesson she had to learn a thousand times growing up. Her moment would come.

“You’re just jealous.” His hand landed between her shoulder blades, patting her like she was a dog or a sack of potatoes, and she could feel sparks building along every nerve ending, pent-up magic with no way out.

“Let me go,” she said, picturing those words on the tablet of her mind, washing them with power. “So mote it be.”

“Holy shit.”

“She’s awake?”

“Get her away!”

The fear in their voices satisfied something deep inside her, but she couldn’t get distracted as she carved the words on her mental tablet:Let me go and run from me, so mote it be.

“We got to put her back.”

“We can’t put her back. They’ll kill us all.”

Let me go and run from me, so mote it be.

“We can take her tohim.”

The horse reared, and the world spun as she tumbled to the ground.

Her vision went dark.

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