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Wraiths took blood the same way vampires did, except that an Invictus wraith drank until there was so little left the heart stopped beating.
Worse. Each sip powered the wraith even more.
Fear became a cloud in Regan’s head, paralyzing her mind and preventing her from doing anything.
Regan could hear Ian and Braden battling, so she knew she couldn’t rely on help from that quarter. She had to do something, or she would die this very night and she didn’t want to, especially not by the fangs of a heinous bonded wraith.
She forced her breathing to ease and despite the pain and fear, she entered a meditative state. Slowly, her mind began to function again and her thoughts started coming together. Each fae had a different set of abilities. Vojalie had said she didn’t excel at spell-making, but Regan did.
She also had something else: Ian’s blood tattoos on her arms offering her power to tap into.
She focused on these things and a moment later new thoughts emerged. For one thing, her blood. The wraith was drinking her blood.
Regan kept the power of the tattoos flowing and combined those strong vibrations with a focus on the bile in her body. She conjured a simple spell and though she might be ill afterwards, she could feel bile filling her stomach. With the power she now had through the blood tattoos, she let the bile leak into her blood stream a little at first, then a lot.
A few seconds later, the wraith leaped off her, spewing a mouthful of Regan’s blood. A shriek f
ollowed, then she fell to the ground, rolling back and forth.
Regan was unsteady as she levitated. Once more, Braden had the upper hand and pummeled Ian. She had to intervene. If she could kill the wraith, the vampire would lose his bonded power and Ian would be able to defeat Braden.
Searching through the jumbled living room, she found a heavy pewter candlestick, flew toward it, and as soon as she had it in hand, turned and headed back to the wraith. Though gasping for air, the woman gained her feet.
Regan pathed to Ian. I’m taking the bitch down. Be ready.
Though she was sick to her stomach and her veins were on fire because of the bile, she jerked the candlestick up in a swift arc, and caught the wraith beneath her chin. The wraith flew backward, eyes fluttering. Her head connected with one of the steel window frames and she sank to the floor, unconscious.
Regan moved swiftly to where the wraith lay. Her spine was twisted and she was barely breathing, but she was still alive.
Regan had never been presented with this kind of problem before. She held the candlestick in her hand and had to make a decision, maybe the hardest she’d ever made.
She’d never killed anyone in the course of her life, but did she dare let the wraith live?
Her heart slammed around in her chest. Wraiths by nature weren’t evil, only when they’d been turned by Margetta’s foul means into an Invictus being.
Holding the candlestick in an iron grip, she turned to see how Ian fared. An Invictus pair gained strength from each other in a constant flow of energy. Because the wraith was unconscious, Regan could tell that Braden had lost a good portion of his power. Ian now sat on the man’s chest and threw punch after punch, his rings helping to deliver a well-deserved beating. The mastyr was also nearly unconscious as well.
She also heard sounds of a battle heating up outside the house. Relief flooded her since she knew the troops Ben had sent had finally arrived and were now engaging the rest of Braden’s Invictus force.
Ian, she pathed, turning in his direction. I can’t do this. I’m sorry, but I can’t kill her.
Ian rose up. Braden lay on his back, his face bloody, and he wasn’t moving.
Ian was breathing hard as he looked at her over his shoulder. I wondered why Braden had suddenly succumbed. And you did this? He waved a hand in the direction of the prone wraith.
Yes, through the power of the blood tattoo, but I can’t finish her off.
I understand. What I want you to do is to put your hand on top of her head and release a small flow of battle energy. I’ll do the same here. That will keep each of them unconscious until we can get a retrieval squad from Bergisson over here.
Really? Tears burned Regan’s eyes; she wouldn’t have to kill the woman after all.
Yes.
Are you sure?
I am. Absolutely. I know how much this would hurt you and what you’ve just been through is bad enough.
In all her long-lived life, Regan had never made use of her battle vibration until tonight. Earlier, she’d made use of Ian’s, but never her own. With it, she could stream energy powerful enough to hurt and even kill others.
