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“Cassie.”
An evil so vile I had to fight the urge to retch surrounded my soul. The hammering of my shields increased, growing in intensity as my enemy sought to infiltrate my barrier one last time. All of my strength and power converted to those shields for protection. I couldn’t falter.
“Cassandra . . . I’ve been waiting.”
So have I,I thought.
Turning toward the source of the voice, I walked to the edge of the forest that bordered the cemetery.
It was time I met this witch and ended him. Permanently.
Chapter 13
The wooden structurein front of me appeared out of nowhere. Before this moment, it never existed. Many times I walked among these trees in the past. An old forest bordering the cemetery’s property line was populated with trees that held their own magic. Wide front doors opened with a creak as I approached, the illusion of hospitality. Moonlight filtered through the sporadic cracks in the wood as I entered, and the doors closed behind me with a purposeful click.
Fighting to stand against the onslaught and constant barrage against my shields, I raised my chin defiantly, pleased when I felt the presence of my ancestors increase. Their auras surrounded mine and sank through the barrier, strengthening my shields further. I latched onto their gift and stood firm.
Maniacal laughter filled the empty spaces of the dark building as I awaited the presence of the one who tore the veil and manipulated Jadis Pudeator. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but no physical form appeared. Instead, a circle burned into the dirt floor just feet from where I stood. Moments later, the ground cracked and burst open. Steam rose from deep within the earth as the flames of Hell lit up the interior.
Fissures opened the soil wider, but no being—immortal, human, hybrid, or demon—emerged from the hole.
“Cassandra,” the evil voice hissed, closer than before. “The fires of Hell await you.”
I shook my head, almost amused. This mirage wouldn’t fool me. A simple trick that proved this witch was either a fool or testing me. No demon would allow the gates of Hell to open and not chance an escape.
My hand glided across the air in front of me, and the mirage disappeared. Only the dirt floor remained. “Who are you, and what do you want?”
“Such a clever girl,” the voice responded, “but not quite clever enough.”
“You have my attention. Why not explain your master plan?” If I could find out what this rogue wanted, maybe I could avoid additional bloodshed.
Outside, the sounds of battle continued. Growls and snarls, shouts of anger, and wails of pain all converged on the cemetery grounds. I had yet to determine if my Cosan would succeed against the enemy, but I believed they would.
“The veil is torn.”
“I know,” I admitted.
