I pushed the image of him bleeding into his head and then the rest of my encounter with the witch today.
They have a coven.
They’re harmless.
I pushed that image again.You’re dead in this event.
He was quiet, and I could hear him audibly sigh.I’ll be right down. I’m not with that girl.
I began retreating, returning to my body, but there was a tingle on the back of my neck. I needed to see who the girl was.
Damien growled, feeling me still coming.
I said no!
I shoved through his wards, destroying them and I saw her. He was already rising, pulling his pants on. He halted, feeling me in the room.
Get out! Now!
I looked at the girl. She was panting, her face all red. Her hair was sweaty, and her lips were parted. She liked him, liked him a lot.
She was human. That was my first feeling.
I started to pull back, but that tingle started again.
I had to know…
I shoved into her head.
SHAY!
A roar in my head from him, and I could hear him. He was on his feet, sprinting down to me.
I was inside of her, going through her mind.
Her blood, though.
Her blood was calling to me.
I could taste it even though my body remained just inside the house.
He was thundering down the stairs, snarling as he pulled his arms through a shirt. “I said to get out of her head! That’s a violation.” He shoved past his two brothers, and at his words, those near us froze.
I was still in her head, or her blood to be more exact.
She’s a born witch.
He growled in front of me, his hands curling into fists.
She doesn’t practice.
Her ancestors are strong. Demonic.
Those are old old ancestors.
I pulled out of her now, coming back to my body and staring at him.
To the two gaping brothers, we were staring at each other.