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Her left hand.
Her killing hand.
A wave of energy had hit him and knocked him to the floor. Only ‘knocked’ wasn’t the right word. More like pressed him there. He hadn’t felt the impact of his body connecting with the stone at all.
“Can you sit up?”
He tried, but found it almost as difficult as when he’d first awakened from his coma. But it wasn’t physical weakness. This time, he could feel the spell on him.
He struggled and eventually came to a sitting position. She sat on the side of her sturdy coffee table, her knees crossed at the ankles.
He looked up at her. She wasn’t gloating in triumph.
“I always had the impression your abilities were undeveloped, but you’ve had some training, haven’t you?”
“A little. Kiara worked with me as much as she could. But before she was abducted, she was really busy. She’d be gone for days at a time.”
“Doing what?”
“She didn’t tell me and I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to pry. I think she would have worked with me more but to be honest, I wasn’t ready.”
“I know. You still don’t like being a witch. But back to your abilities, can you do a repeat of what you just did to me?”
“Of course.”
As he rose to his feet, he decided on a precaution. “Maybe just use a quarter of your juice this time.”
“Sure. Why don’t you stay right where you are and let me know when you’re ready.”
He drew a deep breath. “Do it.”
She smiled then barely lifted her fingers of her left hand. The wave arrived a split-second later, lifted him up and carried him back five feet.
He settled his hands on his hips and shook his head b
ack-and-forth several times. “I’m amazed. So, you can do this, just like Kiara. Yet neither of you can take Veyda on.”
“Unfortunately, no.”
Maeve had so much ability but a lot of it was undeveloped. She couldn’t levitate, either, something he now suspected she’d be able to do with just a little practice.
He considered the entire situation. “All right. Tell me more about what happens when you reach the compound.”
She then explained about some kind of spell-powder she used as well as Veyda’s purple and black rolling fog.
Braden considered all facets of the problem before him: Maeve’s abilities, how witches and warlocks could be-spell him, and especially her unique killing power that could be used to stop him. He needed more information.
He narrowed his eyes. “I want to experiment. You game?”
“Hell, yeah.”
Her enthusiasm stopped him for a moment. He admitted he loved it. He almost felt like they’d become partners without a word having been spoken. “Good. I’m going to shift into my wolf form and I want you to try your powers again. I want to see how effective you are against my fur-bearing form.”
“Let’s do it.” She adjusted her stance then lowered her shoulders. Yeah, she was game. She even looked more wolf-like, another sign of her alpha-mate capacity. When two people were compatible, they could take on some of the attributes of their mate. In Maeve’s case, the longer she was around him, she’d experience wolf qualities. Which in turn meant, he could expect to take on a few warlock abilities. It didn’t mean they would ever bond. It was just part of the process when a female could mate with an alpha.
He turned around once more and levitated toward the doorway. As he pivoted, he shifted to his wolf state and launched at her.
In the second it took to reach her, he saw her wave her hand. He felt the sudden swell of power hit him, but it seemed to pass straight through his wolf body.
