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When the chanting stopped, Maeve knew the torture was about to begin again. Only this time, it would be death for those who’d been involved on any level with Kiara’s pain and agony.
Rage filled her and with it a powering of her energy that felt very familiar. She’d become enraged during the forced induction. She’d been out of her mind, except for one thing. She knew she had to escape and the witches had to die.
She whipped through the doorway that led to the killing room. The final barrier was a red velvet curtain like the gowns of the dark coven witches.
She pushed past the drapery and with a swift glance took it all in. Kiara lay inert on the central killing platform. She was naked, her wrists and ankles bound with ropes. Her body had been burned with poisons. The wounds leaked blood everywhere.
To the left of the platform, Veyda stood with both arms raised high. She held a sharp, steel blade in her hands. She had dark green flames on her neck and rising into her cheeks, a sure sign she was addicted to the drug after its name.
The chanting witches stood at the far end just as they had the night of her attempted induction. Anticipation for the sacrifice held them in thrall.
To the right was the bank of two-way mirrors where no doubt every manner of perversion occurred.
All this Maeve saw in a split-second.
She didn’t have time to think. She simply lifted her arm and leveled a shot at Veyda.
At the exact same moment, Veyda caught sight of Maeve. Her eyes widened followed by a flash of horror. The blade fell from her hands. But as the shot reached her, she crossed her arms over her chest and Maeve’s shot disintegrated.
Veyda disappeared.
The witches started to scream and scatter.
Braden held her back. Let the team take care of Kiara. Watch for Veyda.
The team moved forward heading to Kiara. If a witch tried to stop one of them, the wolf used his blade and cut her throat. Maeve was surprised at how many of the women made the attempt. Most, however, scattered toward the two exit doors near the choir seats.
Maeve kept her senses focused on the room. She worked hard to locate Veyda.
The woman’s voice was suddenly in her head. I see you’ve used a pinch of emerald flame.
Maeve didn’t respond. In this situation, silence was power. Instead, she focused all her attention on Veyda’s whereabouts.
She felt movement behind her, a slight shifting of air as though Veyda had barely brushed by her, then nothing. Does he know the truth, Maeve, about that night?
Again, Maeve remained very quiet. Braden seemed to understand her silence since he didn’t try to communicate with her. He remained next to her, watching the team free the barely-conscious woman. One of the wolves took her into his arms while another one used his t-shirt to cover her up.
Veyda again. I’m guessing you didn’t because why would he be with you right now?
She had no idea what Veyda was talking about.
You were such a disappointment to me that night, Maeve-the-gifted. I offered you the world and you turned me down. I don’t like being turned down.
The hardness of the last phrase, ignited Maeve to action. With the entire team safely in front of her, she whipped around and sent her killing power in a broad arc behind her.
Veyda screamed.
Maeve had wounded her!
Good. She kept firing in the same direction though she doubted Veyda was still there. She continued the onslaught of her killing power until the velvet curtains at the entrance to the room caught fire. She heard running from behind the mirrors.
Braden tracked with her as she began to move around the room.
Levitating swiftly, she set every bit of velvet drapery on fire. Braden stuck close and often placed his hands at her waist to support her.
She took her time setting the central killing platform on fire. But because it was made of wood, it lit up like kindling.
Braden’s voice was in her had. This place sickens me.
