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Fuck, that stings.
The one thing I learned from those few martial arts classes I attended: how to do a takedown… in theory. I never actually got my opponent off their feet.
Still… it’s time I put my vague knowledge to use.
I slide my foot behind Danica’s leg and push her over—or try to. She barely moves an inch.
Werewolves are a stocky bunch.
Now I’ve lost the element of surprise and pissed her off.
But the old railing at the small of her back can’t take the hit of both of our weight. The banister gives way with a sharp snap, and then we’re tilting over empty air. Danica’s eyes blow wide as gravity takes over.
She releases me to save herself from the fall and I grab onto the thick newel post so hard my fingers blanch white. It’s more of a survival instinct than anything, because who am I kidding? I’m a coordination train wreck.
Panting heavily from the exertion, I pull myself away from the gap in the railing and back to my feet. I don’t bother looking over the edge to check on Danica. Werewolves are almost indestructible tanks.
Hopefully, she at least broke her neck or something.
With that thought cheering me up, I rush back into my father’s office and go straight for his desk. I need something to break free of the collar and let my magic loose.
If vampires really are here, I’m about to have even bigger problems.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
RUNE
Sebastian leaves two of our crew outside the Dumont estate to protect the circle of Sun Witches on the lawn. The spell they continue to weave encases our group in a dome of darkness to shroud us from the lethal rays of morning light while we silently wait for our cue.
The wolf who bit and nearly killed me is here. I smell the musk of him all over the place, and I can hear him bashing around inside the house, tossing things around in the kitchen.
I’m itching to bust the door down and enact my revenge—but that isn’t part of today’s plan.
I hold back the urge—barely—and leave the witches to take my place on the front porch next to Sebastian. His eyes are focused on the empty frame in front of us.
Huh. Did I miss the part where we burst through the door?
The wooden slab lays in two pieces propped against the inside wall as if someone used it to test their karate chopping skills. There had better be some fun left to be had here.
Sebastian’s head tilts ever so slightly, listening intently and scoping out the interior—counting the hostiles inside and waiting for the precise moment to strike.
He’s eager too. Even more so than me.
Of course he is—his retribution lies on the other side of that threshold—a Dumont witch.
After all these years. What will he do once he has her in his grasp? There are too many possibilities to be sure, but it’s going to be epic. If the will of the gods is on my side, Sebastian will give me a turn with her.
Or at least let me watch…
Or maybe I don’t want to see how far he will go.
Over the years, Bas has gotten more and more creative with his revenge fantasies of what he would do to Celine, if given the chance to exact justice.
Her rejection stung, but given time for the hysteria of the ritual’s fallout to settle, he could’ve brought her around.
But then, she was killed.
The agony of having the witch of his unity bond dying left him half the man he was. She caused him so much suffering.
