Demon Day Penelope Fletcher (which ebook reader TXT) 📖

I knew the very last thought thatpassed through his mind. This death was not meant to be his. He wasso sure he had me; that he had won. The good guys always won didn’tthey? Demon fairies with symbols of evil pressed into theirforeheads couldn’t defeat a paragon of virtue like him.

“You’re wrong,” I said.“I’m a better person than you are, and you were wrong.”

He slipped on his own guts and hit thefloor with a dull thud. He would not be getting back upagain.

Tears threatened to fall and I forcedthem down. I had never taken a life before and it brought me nojoy, but I could not deny I was grimly satisfied.

My shoulder flared in pain and Irotated it to help ease the mild hurt that soon smoothed out intonothing as my body healed. I was covered in aches and pains thoughnone were as pressing as the one in my heart. I needed to get outof here.

I walked to the wall andlay my forehead and palms against it, hearing a tiny clink as mycirclet hit the glass. Gods, I was tired, but stronger at his side,even with the iron seeping from the glass. Magics shot out from myfingertips, fed from the bond. I gave a mirthless laugh. So simple.If I had turned to the bond in the first place … if I hadunderstood what Breandan was reallytrying to say when I was spiraling into panic Icould have done this the first moment I’d been trapped. The glasschimed, a high note of sound before it cracked, a spider web racingalong the cloudy surface. The cage shattered, and glass rained downon us in sharp slivers that bounced off our skin and settled in ourhair and clothes like deadly snowflakes.

The bond steeply increased in urgencyuntil it was an acute pain. Lust had me panting in want. Itrembled, and bit my lip, knowing he was going to touch me, andknowing I was going to simply smash to pieces once hedid.

Breandan groaned and reachedout.

Distant, as if heard through fog afierce roar rang in my ears.

Conall leapt into view and rammed intoBreandan. I felt the gush of shifted air as my fairy’s fingerscurled by my arm – sparks crackling between us as he almost touchedme – before he was gone. Conall’s attack carried them both awayfrom me and hollowed out a crater of dirt as they smashed into theground and skid across it. He rolled with my brother trying to pinhim down.

I stumbled forward; the bond was asteel chain tugging me closer, my own need pushing me to connect.But when Conall yanked Breandan’s arm back his shoulder buckled.Breandan’s silent scream shunted his focus onto his own pain,shifting it from me, and allowed me enough distance to break thebonds overwhelming influence and reel myself in.

A prickle of energy rolled over myskin and magic swooped past to settle close by. I frowned. It feltweak, a pool of power I could wield without thinking.

I remembered.

Ana.

Her spell gathered force.

Conall had Breandan in a submissiveheadlock, and since I was able to cling to thoughts of helping myfriends, I turned away and vaulted off the platform.

As I ran back to where I had left Ana,the Clerics attacking us stumbled back, their eyes fixed on thebody inside the ring of glass that had been the cage. The closer toAna I got I noticed the smattering of Clerics were torn betweenbeing afraid of me, and whatever the white witch was doing. Annoyedat how long it was taking me to reach her, I jumped; beat my wingstwice to sail across the rest of the courtyard twenty feet in theair. Wind whistled in my ears and blew my hair back as I fell andlanded in a silent crouch. My tail flicked about above my head andI tucked my wings neatly against my back.

Ana stood rigid, arms out wide andblonde tresses tossing about her face in the wind. Her bodysmoldered in black flames that licked the space around her andprotected her like a shield.

Disciples surrounded her, facestwisted beyond recognition, but they held back,hesitated.

Tomas paced forward his eyes locked onthe Clerics surrounding me.

An eerie silence came upon thecourtyard, like everyone waited for something.

The dark magic suffocating the lightreverted and crushed together until it formed into a tall, willowysilhouette. Each pulse of magic that flowed into it made it denseruntil I could make out the figure was male.

Tomas recoiled. He backed away into ashadow, crouching down and baring his fangs. His darkness cloakedhim until I saw nothing but his red-rimmed eyes gleamingfaintly.

“Be gone, he-witch,” Anahissed and the herbs combusted into sickly green flames.“A bheith imithe,”she cried and with a wave of her hand ordered a gust of wind tocarry the be-spelled smoke into the face of the phantomfigure.

The body of shadows steadily grew inpower and potency until his blurry edges sharply came into focus.Transparent and shrouded in darkness he ignored Ana, and hiscloaked head slowly turned until he stared straight at me. His headtilted in greeting and I took a step forward. A cloaked arm lifteduntil the shadow-cloth fell back, and a strong palm stopped me inmy tracks.

The voice that greeted mewas smooth and reverent in tone, “Feicimtú, deirfiúr.” He turned his gaze back toAna. “Daughter, you cannot banish me.” The figure sighed.“Gach gur éirigh idir linn go bhfuildearmad a dhéanamh. My child, come home.Your Coven misses you.” The voice was melodic and rolled over mesmoothly. I had not heard a voice so appealing unless it came fromthe lips of a fairy.

Ana blanched.“Ní féidir liom ar ais. I’m with my family,” she whispered back.

The figure crackled with power anddisapproval. “Move out of my way. I have no wish to harm you, butthere is only so far you can push me.”

I noticed Ana’s hand bled, blooddripped off her lax fingertips onto her altar. The puddle of bloodforming beneath the green flames boiled and turned black as Iwatched.

The white witch seemed unable to lookaway from the hooded figure.

Reaching out with my senses I was ableto easily feel the link between her and the he-witch’s dark power.Of course