Anya Bast - Witch Fury

After that, she’d sat down to rest only for a moment, intending to get up and go take care of her grisly task before Bai woke up. Instead, her body had decided she needed to sleep — or she’d passed out. Probably the latter.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d been out, but it couldn’t have been long. Her flashlight wasn’t any dimmer and flashlight batteries went dim fast.

Something scraped in the coffin and moaned. Every hair on her body stood up. She scrambled to her feet and cautiously approached it. The daaeman was still lying motionless, his eyes closed. Slowly, he opened them and winced at the light. She directed the flashlight away from his face.

“I’m Sarafina. I–I’m on your side.” She wanted to establish that right off the bat. “I’m a Coven witch and I know Claire.” He blinked at the name and tried to sit up. “Claire? Is she all right?” Sarafina’s breath hitched. “Honestly, I don’t know, sir. The Coven’s been attacked by warlocks and the Atrika . She’s there now, in Chicago. I’m here in Kentucky where they’ve been keeping you.” She paused. “Are you all right?” She needed for him to be all right soon .

“The Atrika ? How did the Atrika get Earthside?” He swore low in some strange language. “All I remember is finding out the Duskoff kidnapped Claire. I jumped through a portal to find her and was hit by an overwhelming amount of magick as soon as I was Earthside. Impossible. ” He shook his head. “What’s going on?” Sarafina told him everything. Fast. Luckily, Rue figured out the gravity of the situation and pulled himself out of the coffin. He was shaky on his feet, looked a little green, and was soaked with clammy water. But given the strength of the Ytrayi , she had no doubt he’d recover fast.

Rue took her hands in his. “You’re wounded.” “A little.” She hesitated. “Okay, a lot. I just fought an Atrika .” “I can’t restore your magick, but I can make you feel better and heal a few of your wounds.” “I would appreciate that.”

Warmth emanated from the hands of the Cae into her body, spreading out and soothing the sore and injured parts of her. Her seat still felt barren and cold when he was done, but the acid burns and the massive bruise on her face where she’d been backhanded felt nearly healed.

Right before they jumped to the Coven, they made a stop at Bai’s body. This time Sarafina only wanted to vomit a little. Apparently, jumping through a fold in the space/time continuum, or however they did it, got easier with practice.

Of course, the sight of Bai’s body made her want to vomit a lot.

“Did I kill him?” she asked, staring down at his mangled form with her hand pressed to her mouth. She could hardly believe she’d done all that violence.

Rue flicked his wrist and Bai flamed and then turned to ash. “I don’t know, but now he’s dead for sure.” They jumped again, this time to Chicago.

THEO’S SPINE CRACKED.

Unbelievable agony shot through his body. He knew this was the end. Having nothing else to lose, he twisted hard in a final, desperate bid for life, using his weight to pitch forward.

It broke the hold of the daaeman .

Off balance, the beast threw him forward. Theo landed hard, his breath knocked out of him. His sword went clattering and sliding across the marble floor.

Theo pushed to his feet, but not before the Atrika was on him again. Together they rolled, fighting until they hit the wall of the corridor behind them.

Forgoing magick altogether, Theo gave him a hard upper-cut to the chin, stunning the creature. He extricated himself and faced the Atrika , ready to fight once again. Raising power, he tossed it at the daaeman , who only partially blocked it. The beast staggered backward, at the same time gathering a bolt of daaeman magick to launch at him.

Like all the Coven witches, Theo was growing weary and his magickal stores were badly depleted. Soon he’d have little power left to shield himself. Soon the Atrika would simply wear them all into defeat, and one by one the magick ball of death would pick them off. The warlocks could just sweep them up after that, like empty, bland refuse strewn on the floor.

He blocked the blast and rolled to the side, coming back to his feet to see something at the end of the corridor that he shouldn’t be seeing.

Rue, the Cae of the Ytrayi , stood there. . and Sarafina was beside him.

“Theo!” Sarafina cried, glimpsing him.

He blinked.

Something hard hit him from behind. He went sprawling forward, catching himself on the floor with his palms and rolling quickly to one side to avoid another blow.

“Theo!” Sarafina screamed again.

He didn’t have time to answer. He raised power — the little of it he had left — and readied it to throw at the Atrika coming at him.

Distantly, in the foyer, the intensity of the ruckus increased. Sarafina was still at the end of the corridor, but Rue was gone. It was only something Theo noticed out of the periphery of his awareness since he was pretty busy dodging a bolt of demon magick. Perhaps Rue had jumped to the foyer. That would definitely cause a stir.

Theo grabbed his sword from the floor and swung around, hitting the demon in the chest. The Atrika moved back, stunned by the surprise attack, and Theo charged forward before the demon could regain his ability to put up an offensive. He caught the demon right in the neck.

Theo whirled, avoiding the acidic spray of blood. Gods, he was getting better at this. The body fell thickly to the marble floor.

Theo rested by the beheaded body, bent over with his palms on his knees, his sword held loosely in one hand. He needed a nap.

“Theo!”

He raised his head to see Sarafina running toward him. He dropped the blade and caught her, swinging her up into his arms. Her clothes were ripped, bloodstained, and dirty. Bloody scrapes marked her arms, legs, and face. A yellow-green bruise bloomed on her cheekbone.

All Theo wanted in the world was to kiss every single inch of her precious body. He wanted to spend the rest of the week, the month, the decade. . his life just with Sarafina.

Perfect bliss and contentment filled him at the sensation of her in his arms. He nuzzled her hair and inhaled the scent of her that overrode the smell of blood, death, daaeman magick, and battle.

“What happened?” he murmured near her ear.

All around them rose the sound of renewed battle, but at the moment they were together, enjoying a sense of peace he wanted to expand into forever.

Casting his gaze toward the stairs, he saw that Stefan had disappeared.

She pushed away enough to see his face. “Bai took me to Kentucky. After I managed to get away from him, I found Rue in the cave. Do you remember the cave?” He nodded.

“Stefan had rigged it so he could keep Rue frozen in there. It was the only way to keep him subdued, I guess.” “Is Bai dead?”

“As a doornail.” She winced. “A really crispy one.” Relief filled his chest with a sudden burst of lightness.

Something rocketed past them and crashed into the wall behind them. They could only drag their eyes away from each other for the barest moment to see that it had been a chair.

Blue light flashed out of the corner of his eye. Theo pushed Sarafina to the floor. The blast exploded on the remains of the chair.

“We can talk about this later,” said Theo.

“Uh-huh,” answered Sarafina with wide eyes.

They got to their feet and made their way out to the foyer. There, right where Stefan had been standing with his blue ball of doom, was an interdimensional doorway.