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She was going to battle this woman to the death. She knew it now as surely as Veyda continued to handle her tools. Though she carried Braden’s children, even they weren’t safe so long as Veyda lived. No one was. It was time to take her down or die trying.
“You should see my spellroom, then you would know what a real witch does to create potions. By the way, how did you duplicate my paste poison? Although I liked the bit of mint you added.” Veyda shifted her gaze sideways to Maeve.
Maeve saw no reason not to tell her the truth. “By smell.”
Veyda may have murmured a couple of invectives. Maeve wasn’t sure. “Are you having wolf-like responses to things? Is that it? Has Officer Braden infected you with his dog-like attributes?”
Maeve’s mind made the leap. “You wanted Braden dead because he might bond with me.”
“It was one possible future.” She moved back to the glass canisters and turned to lean her hips against the wood counter. She now faced Maeve. “I had a sensitive fae in my employ who alerted me to Braden’s possible influence in your life. Though she’s not with me anymore. She was one of the women you took out of my prison.” She clucked her tongue. “You shouldn’t have done that, you know. I’m very angry with you.”
Maeve snorted in disbelief. “You’re angry? You abducted me and I killed Braden’s wife because of your sick, twisted perversions. You tortured Kiara. Then you and your pals tried to kill Braden in the Graveyard. No, I’m the one who’s angry.”
“Good. You should always hold your rage close. Fury is a witch’s best friend. It will keep you focused.”
Maeve was ready to take the woman on. But not in her spellroom. The power of her killing arm could shatter all the glass canisters and she didn’t know what would happen if the ingredients came together with two powerful witches in one room. She could end up significantly, if accidentally, giving the bitch a power boost.
Though she was reluctant to reveal her burrow to Veyda, she had no other choice. Besides, the close proximity could help her do what needed to be done.
She would do everything she could to come out of the confrontation alive, for the sake of her babies. But more than anything right now, Veyda had to disappear off the face of the earth.
She moved swiftly to the burrow door, opened it then slipped inside.
She heard Veyda laugh. “Where do you think you’re going? Did you think you can escape me? I know that space is a dead end.”
Maeve moved to the back of the burrow and faced the doorway.
Slowly Veyda opened the door. “What an idiotic move.”
The moment the witch was in plain view, Maeve let loose with her killing power.
Veyda screamed in pain, then returned fire with her own deadly, blood red stream of energy.
Maeve met the power with the force of her will and her rage. Gold and red sparks flew up toward the rock ceiling. She could feel the plants recoiling all around her, but she couldn’t help the damage that would be done.
She also sensed that Braden was nearby. He’d come back to her apartment.
Maybe she had a chance after all.
She didn’t hesitate to reach out to him. I’ve got Veyda in the burrow and I’m not letting her leave except on her back, eyes wide open, her heart at a dead stop. I could use your help, though. You might want to put a spell together. I suggest you use a touch of emerald flame. Either that, or stay the hell out of here.
Got it. Braden’s deep telepathic voice heightened Maeve’s determination.
Maeve continued to fire her killing power. Yet, she knew Veyda had tremendous ability and eventually Maeve would be in serious trouble.
It came sooner than she expected as she watched Veyda’s right hand flick in her direction.
The next moment, Maeve’s power faltered and Veyda drew her own back. Maeve fell, or perhaps floated, onto the nearby furs. Her mind spun in beautiful circles.
This felt and smelled very familiar. She remembered now. This was how Veyda had abducted her the first time. She now knew the ingredients and one of them was emerald flame.
She tried to reach Braden, but couldn’t. She just hoped to hell he could set aside his abhorrence of the drug and take care of business. He was a noble man and wouldn’t leave here as long as Veyda was present in Maeve’s home. Yet, he would need the added boost to have even a small chance of defeating the demon witch.
In the meantime, Veyda moved to hover nearby, smiling in triumph.
You’ll be mine, soon, Maeve. And you will join my coven.
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