Wicked Deeds on a Winter’s Night (Immortals After Dark #4)(18)
Author: Kresley Cole

Once Bowe raised his gaze, he faced the killing looks of five powerful immortals, promising retribution.

"Forget him for now!" The female archer hurried to cradle Mariketa’s head. "She’s in shock." The others gathered around her, except for one of the archers, who twitched his pointed ears, then raced from the clearing.

When the witch began to shudder, Bowe dropped to his knees beside her.

"Water!" the female elf screamed at him. "We’re losing her!"

He hastily unwound the canteen over his shoulder and handed it over. "What’s happened to her?"

They all ignored him.

"Damn it, tell me what’s happened!"

The witch went still beside him, seemingly at his raised voice. Her eyes opened dazedly as she moaned; white light flashed from them into the sky and boiled up from her limp palms. Her lips parted around her ragged breaths.

Without warning, she was on her feet, her eyes glittering with fury, and riveted to Bowe. As though in a tempest, her red hair swirled all around her bloodied face. Leaves and sand circled her body. "You."

"I – "

With one flick of her hand in his direction, she tossed Bowe back against the tomb, crushing the contents of his pack. She pinned him there by his neck as he futilely writhed and fought for breath. In the midst of his struggles, he realized the toes of her boots were turned down – because she was no longer touching the ground.

Her body was too frail… too small to conduct this power – unimaginable power. Never in his long life… never had he seen anything like this.

The witch smiled with ghostly lips. "You came back," she purred as the pressure increased around his neck. She was horrible. She was awing.

And he knew he was about to die.

11

"Mariketa, no!" Rydstrom bellowed. "Let me deal with him!"

Mari could barely hear him. Magick tolled in her ears and danced through her veins, pure and perfect for the first time in her life.

It feels delicious.

She tightened her hold around MacRieve’s throat once more, vaguely noticing his missing hand, the bandages on his face.

"Give him to me!" Tierney had drawn his blade. Cade and Tera closed in on MacRieve, each wanting the pleasure of killing the Lykae for what he’d done.

Mari wouldn’t give up her catch. Not until his head had left his body –

A sharp pop like a gunshot sounded in the near distance. She heard it even over the din inside her head.

"Mariketa," Tera began in a wary tone, "drop him and run. Now."

Wary? After what they’d just lived through? More pops – definitely gunfire.

She’d sensed Hild had raced from the clearing, and now he returned. "Two guerilla armies engaging in the brush a mile to the west," he reported between breaths. "Each with at least two hundred humans. They’ve got rockets, mortar. We actually might have to consider them in our decisions."

Bowe saw it all unfolding but could do nothing. Frustration welled in him, matching the torture of her strangling grip. The force was pinning his back against his bag, pulverizing the contents.

Then the witch’s eyes changed, becoming a shade of silver – one color, unbroken – shining brilliantly. As he stared in incomprehension, he could see… could see they were… mirrors. Nïx’s strange rhyme flashed in his mind, even as Mariketa was killing him.

With her other hand, the witch emitted a pulse of energy at Bowe – a beam that made him feel as if he’d had a transfusion of acid. Turn your blood to acid, she’d told him.

Rydstrom grabbed her wrists and moved to draw her magick from Bowe’s direction, then frowned that he hadn’t budged her thin arms. With both hands, he heaved back and finally got her to aim away from Bowe – toward the tomb.

Freed of her hold and the scalding pain, Bowe sucked in air, scrambling away. As he rubbed circulation back into his throat, her beam battered the stones. The entire structure trembled. The first rumble shook the trees growing over it. The second rattled them, stripping bare their swaying branches.

Chapter 7

The witch’s eyes, so brilliant, appeared fascinated.

Rydstrom yelled, "It’s going to blow!" He yanked Mariketa up to his side. The light from her ceased, and she fell limp.

But it was too late.

The tomb exploded with atomic force – even the great foundation stones erupted into the sky – leaving nothing but a gaping crater behind. Whatever lived inside had been annihilated.

With the witch in his arms, Rydstrom sprinted, following the others as they darted for cover from the plummeting stones. Though Bowe dashed off right behind them, for some reason, he lunged down and plucked the gold headpiece from the severed hand, then worked the heavy prize into his pack.

Just before Rydstrom reached the tree line, an immense stone landed on his leg, trapping him. The demon kept his hold on Mariketa, struggling to protect her head.

Bowe sensed what was about to happen, even before the towering hardwoods of the jungle began to bend and rock toward the crater where the tomb had once existed. "Give her to me!"

Rydstrom gritted out, "Directly after… she was about to kill you?"

Bowe didn’t have time to explain, so he simply snapped, "I vow I’ll get her to safety."

"You don’t understand, MacRieve! She can die – "

"Aye, mortal, now release her!" When Rydstrom still hesitated, Bowe said, "You doona know what’s coming?" The tomb had been a place of power. Extinguished power created a vacuum.

Rydstrom glanced back. He shook his head hard, and his grip on Mariketa eased. He eyed Bowe. "Another scratch on her, and I will take your head, Lykae."

Mari came to with a moan, blinking open her eyes to find herself firmly strapped over some male’s brawny shoulder – and looking straight down the side of a mountain. Hundreds of feet below, trees and earth poured into a vacuous chasm that used to be the tomb.

Shaking violently, she drew a breath to scream, but a rasping voice said, "Hold your shrieks, and hold on to me. And doona dare try anything like before, witch – no’ if you want to get out of this alive."

MacRieve. Hadn’t she killed him? She clutched at his broad back for a hold. "Wh-where are the others?"

"Scrambling for safety below us."

"Why d-did you go up?" Faced with her worst fear and forced to trust her life to this Lykae.

"Doona like heights, then? I went up because the humans canna."

He was ascending by climbing a vine? "You’ll drop us – you only have one freaking hand!" He’d been yanking down on the vine and catching it higher, propelling them up inch by inch.

"Aye, and I’ll be havin’ it back. Along with my eye. Now. Remove your curse and heal me."