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So many retorts popped into my head. That it was a damned shame that I hadn’t. That with a head like that, anything I might do to it would only be an improvement. In the end, I kept my mouth shut. As much for my own preservation as for the fact that my jaw was smarting.
“Now, I’m going to find all the ways to make you hurt, just like you hurt me.”
I could feel him concentrating, searching for weaknesses. Perhaps that was his strength. Being able to sniff out the weaknesses of an opponent would be a formidable skill. It didn’t have the punch of an ability such as mine. But Sven had taken my magic. If he had an ability to seek out my weaknesses, that ability, combined with his brute strength, would be impossible for me to overcome.
I tried to calm my mind. I focused on stupid things. The paint on the wall. A chip in the cheap linoleum on the floor. The stale smell of cigarette smoke that permeated every inch of the house. Above me, he continued to focus.
“Fuck,” he said, and his face twisted into something even more hideous as a grin broke over his features. What could he have found? I knew I’d thought of nothing.
“That’s an absolute boon,” he said. I looked up at him, schooling my features into a mask of indifference. He could be playing me. Making me search for my deepest, darkest secrets. I kept my mind blank.
“You and your warlock have been pretty busy lately.” His voice sounded much too calm for my taste. It was likely that the whole of the witchkind community of Mystic Springs knew what had transpired between Jack and me over the last couple of weeks. It wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility. There was no doubt the warlock knew that hurting Jack would hurt me. But I also knew that Jack was a powerful warlock who could take care of himself.
“It appears that the cop’s seed has taken root. Got himself a little witch or warlock brewing.”
I couldn’t suppress my gasp.
“You’re fucking with me,” I said, spitting the words out. It was a cruel joke and somehow, I’d let him weasel into my mind. Was that his game? Tease me with what I couldn’t have? Joke’s on you, pal. I’ve been playing this game for years.
“You don’t know? Right. Of course you don’t. It’s barely there. A wisp of the magic a pregnant witch gives off. See? I’m tuned to it. I’ve made my trade providing desperate warlocks with ripe witches to impregnate. I’m surprised I didn’t smell it on you the moment you walked onto the property, but I was excited and, as I said, it’s early.”
I shook my head. I couldn’t be pregnant. I’d heard Jack muttering the incantations as he pushed inside me. We’d been careful.
“Keep going. It’s going to be a joy to me when you finally figure it out.”
But it was there. That tiny glimmer of magic. I couldn't deny it. I pressed my fingernails into my palms, refusing to let my hand slide to my abdomen.
“There it is.” Sven’s glee was palpable. “Enjoy the few moments you have with your little trill of hope because I’m going to wipe that life right out of you, witch.”
