Eliza Gayle Witch Bundle (paranormal romance) Eliza Gayle (moboreader TXT) 📖

Fuck! Where was his brother when he needed some water?

From the corner of his eye he saw the witch had another bottle raised over her head. He grabbed Selene again and propelled her out the back door as the bottle crashed behind them in the doorway. “The garage, Selene. Your bike. I forgot the keys though, so I'll have to hotwire it.”

“No worries there. There is an extra key on the bike. I'm always prepared when it comes to the Busa. She's my savior.” They crashed through the garage door, closing it tightly behind them. Despite the lock being broken he knew he could hold off the witch for at least a few minutes with his magick. He erected a wall of energy around it, blocking the door from being opened.

“What are you doing?” She eyed him curiously.

“Saving our asses, but don't worry about me. Get that bike going and us out of here.”

She laughed and reached underneath the rear seat cover, pulling out a small box. She popped it open and grabbed a key from it.

“Let's go, Superman.”

She threw her leg across the seat and snuggled into place. Her slender fingers turned the key but she waited for him to turn the bike over. With a last glance at the dark tendrils of magick slipping through the cracks of his shield, he ran over to the bike, hopping on behind her.

“Doors, please.” The bike roared to life and he barely heard her request. He pulled a sliver of magick, forming it in his mind into a ball of air meant to blast open the garage door so they could escape. Flinging it at the larger non-shielded door, he blasted a hole through it more than large enough for them to get through. Unfortunately the witch following them must have anticipated their move and now stood in front of the opening, blocking their path with two bottles clutched in her hand prepared to be thrown. Cash knew desperate measures would have to be taken.

His eyes slid closed as he called up his forbidden magick. The magick each one of his brothers carried inside them, always fighting the constant lure and call. He embraced the dark, all too familiar slippery slope that led to his downfall. The wind outside whipped to a frenzy. Cash tried hard to bend the unleashed power to his will with little luck. It was there to save him but not necessarily with any boundaries. Bushes surrounding the garage ripped free from their roots, hurtling towards the dark haired witch who now stood transfixed, stunned by what happened around her.

The sound of breaking glass distracted Cash from his thoughts as he watched the witch drop her bottles and grab at her own throat as if someone or something were choking her. Her fingers scratched at her neck, her face already turning a darker red from the lack of oxygen. The magick crawled through him, hurting both him and the young woman clutching at her throat. He fought it trying to save the witch but it was too late. The dark was in charge, not him. Not Cash and his will to harm none.

When the witch fell to her knees, Selene turned towards him. “Stop before you kill her. She can't hurt us now.” The stark fear shining in her eyes cut him to the bone.

“I can't stop it. That's the problem. I can unleash incredible power but with no control.”

“There's got to be a way.”

“You would think, but centuries of my family have dealt with this curse, unable to fix it.” The wind blowing the hair around their faces slowed significantly while they talked. Choking noises sounded from the girl as she fell to her knees. Selene grabbed him by the arms, shaking him, pleading with him to find a way. This wasn't the first time this had happened and he doubted it would be the last.

Chapter Three

The moment she touched Cash's arms his power rumbled through her. Her stomach heaved as nausea again washed over her. Her immediate thought was to let go and protect herself from it, but she couldn't. She wanted to find a way to stop him. No one had to die here today. Whatever they were after wasn't worth the cost of a life. It oozed through her with its emotions of anger and frustration sharply etched into it. As her body heated in defense, more of it seeped into her as if attracted by the warmth.

“Selene, what the hell are you doing? I can feel you. Stop it now before it's too late for you as well. We can't stop it. We can't help her. Please, Selene, don't do this.”

She didn't let go. Instead she worked harder by channeling all her heat and psychic energy towards the negative energy rolling from him to her, keeping it contained so it didn't spread through her. She fought for a balance, one that would prevent it from taking over her, consuming her. In her mind’s eye she puzzled through the strands of magick, imagining then like strings being wrapped in a ball. Cash moved to push her away and her skin heated, warning him a little to keep him at bay.

“Dammit, Selene, you didn't have to do that. Please listen to me. This is too dangerous.”

She opened her eyes scrunching up her nose at him. “Leave me be and shut the hell up. I can't concentrate with your yammering.”

“My what?”

Throwing him a final withering look, she closed her eyes again to focus. Sweat broke out on her brow as she generated more power and heat, wrestling the energy she'd received from Cash. Once she found the end, she released him, propelling herself off the bike and out into the open yard. She'd managed to contain it into a small, condensed ball but she couldn't hold it. Not for long. It pushed and strained against its temporary psychic bond. She called her own power,