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She led the next group up through the spell and watched as the wolves carried them into the dark. The wolves hustled and returned in less than two minutes.
As the remaining women were picked up, Braden held is AR-15 upright and ready. Until they were all safely back at the Landing, they were in jeopardy.
As she led the last group through the spell, however, she felt Veyda’s presence.
Veyda’s here.
Hold! Braden held his fist in the air. The team froze where they were. Heat now boiled off the building as flames ate through to the west side where they now hovered above the spell.
Maeve searched the area and finally saw Veyda at the far end near the well-kept front garden. The witch was burned across her face and chest. I’m coming for you, Maeve, but you’ll never see me.
The witch vanished. Veyda’s badly wounded and can’t hurt us right now. Let’s go.
The flight back to the Landing, however, felt like it took an hour. Her back itched as she flew. Was Veyda following despite her wounds and her pain?
Within less than a minute, they’d reached her compound. Alfonso waited outside and ushered them in.
Once within, Maeve felt the need to reestablish the security spell. She knew Alfonso would take good care of the victims.
Braden remained with her. He still held his gun in hand. She didn’t blame him.
Maeve told him what she needed to do then levitated just inside the wall and gates. She took her time. Maybe it was the touch of emerald flame, but she felt the weak areas of her spell as though they were something she could touch with her hands.
She had Braden track with her as she traveled the entire perimeter of her refuge. She rebuilt the spell over and over, shoring up the Landing with the last remaining energy she possessed.
When she was done and knew her compound was safe, she wobbled sideways.
Braden caught her then lifted her into his arms. “Let me carry you. My guess is that using your killing power the way you did tonight has used up your reserves.”
“I won’t refuse your help.”
Braden flew her back to the emergency entrance doors.
“I’m okay. I can manage.”
He set her on her feet, but sure enough her legs gave out.
Braden caught her before she hit the ground and held her in his arms once more. “Maeve, are you sure you’re okay? Do you need to see Alfonso?”
“I’m done in, is all. I need a meal, a lot of water, and I really need to sleep. I used up a boatload of energy burning down the killing room.”
“You were magnificent.”
She leaned her head against Braden’s muscular chest. She felt safe and could finely relax.
The last thing she remembered was the wonderful scent of Madagascar and how it gave her a tingle all the way to her toes. Then there was nothing.
She woke up in her bed, her head throbbed and her left hand and arm ached. No surprise there.
She heard Braden’s voice. “Drink this.” She felt his arm behind her shoulders as helped her to sit up. She guzzled a tall glass of water, then fell back asleep.
Later, she woke up once more just as Braden climbed into bed. She caught his arm. “How’s Kiara?”
He turned toward her and pet her curls. “She’s fine. She’s sleeping as are the others we brought out of there. Your people have rushed in to care for them all. You have nothing to worry about. Go back to sleep.”
So, she did.
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