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With his own emerging witch senses, Braden knew two things at once. This was where his wife had died and Maeve was close to remembering everything.
Chapter Eight
Maeve wasn’t sure if it was the smell or what, but she knew this was where Veyda had tried to force her to join the dark coven.
She didn’t have a specific recollection, not of the elegant foyer. But the smell had lit up her memory. The past swooped down on her. She listed, but Braden caught her arm.
Steady.
She could feel the memory pressing in on her wanting to come back, to instruct
her. She realized the touch of emerald flame was enhancing her perceptions as well and possibly igniting the forgotten parts of that night.
Any time she thought back to that terrifying experience when she’d first released her killing power, dread threatened to immobilize her.
She closed her eyes and turned inward. What had Kiara said to her time and again, You must face and accept what happened fully, then you will be free.
She knew she was close to remembering everything. She calmed her mind then focused on what could help Kiara right now.
Slowly, her memory opened up with critical information. She could recall in detail the lay-out of this part of Veyda’s compound. Resolve descended like a steel wall. She would take this place down, one piece at a time, if it was the last thing she did.
And she would start now.
She pivoted to face the team and accessed the group telepathy. Beyond that lovely fall of water are two entrances. One, to the killing room. The other to the observation room.
As much as I’d like to get into the latter and slice the throats of every paying customer, our goal is to get Kiara and get her out. But I want you to know, I intend to fry as many of these dark coven witches as I can. And I definitely intend to burn the room up.
We’ll be entering to the left of the waterfall. Once inside there’s an emergency exit at the far west end, opposite our point of entry.
The horrible chanting started up again. Let’s go.
She turned around and let her killing energy rise in her left hand. Now facing the waterfall, she began to levitate.
A witch appeared wearing one of the scarlet velvet gowns used for rituals.
She opened her mouth to shout the alarm, but Maeve had already swept her arm in a quick swathe. A golden stream of energy hit the woman in the throat before she could utter a cry. She sank to the floor, dead.
Levitating swiftly, Maeve reached the waterfall then flew to the left. The entrance, however, was blocked by a wizard she knew by name but whom she’d never met. Wizard Glissane. It was believed he worked hand-in-hand with the cartels.
Power boiled in the air.
Maeve’s heart set up a racket. Wizard Glissane could kill them all right now. Without hesitation, she sent a wave of energy toward him. He crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes. Her killing power fell harmless to the floor, then he vanished.
She listened intently and waited for the attack.
But nothing happened.
His voice pierced her mind. I want Kiara to live. I hope you succeed, Maeve.
Where did he go? Greg asked.
Braden responded. I heard the front door open and close. Best guess? He took off.
Wolves had excellent hearing.
Maeve worked to calm her heart. She didn’t understand why the wizard hadn’t acted against her, though she suspected his reasons weren’t good.
Braden planted a hand on her shoulder. Maeve, Glissane is gone. Let’s get on with our mission.
