Wicked Deeds on a Winter’s Night (Immortals After Dark #4)(69)
Author: Kresley Cole

"Witch! What in the hell are you doing?" Bowe lunged after her, absently realizing he was more worried about Mariketa’s hurting an innocent than he was about Mariah’s safety.

Had she lost her mind? Over the spells or over Bowen’s perceived betrayal? Was she under some kind of spell?

Mariketa peered over her shoulder, eyes brilliant.

"Don’t fight me, Lykae." The coldness in her stunned him as much as any of this…

With a wave of her hand she shot him against the wall and froze him there. True fear coursed through him.

He was unable to move, unable to speak, forced to do nothing but watch as the witch closed in to kill.

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Mari wondered how long the sorceress would keep up the charade. Now that Mari knew Häxa’s real identity, the cloying and the play were so obvious.

Still in disguise, Häxa finally stood her ground. "Come to fight me for him?"

Mari gave a bitter laugh as they began circling each other. "No, Häxa. He matters not at all," she lied baldly. "If I wasn’t about to destroy you, I’d wish you two well."

"Destroy me, is it? I was musing when you’d finally find the courage to come face me." Her voice began to change, becoming raspier as she sneered, "Or when you could drag your pretty gaze from the glass."

Mari could feel Bowen’s confusion, heard him struggling. To him, this still appeared to be Mariah talking.

"Yes, I know all about you," Häxa continued. "The vain witch. The Queen of Reflections." Her eyes darted in Bowen’s direction. "Does the Lykae’s heart beat so madly for you or me? I wonder."

"Before I kill you I want to know why you seized on him. Why use Mariah?"

"Kill me? Oh, you fanciful child."

Her amusement rankled.

"I’ll tell you. Eighteen decades ago, a spoiled princess bade me enchant him."

Mari’s lips parted. There’d been an enchantment – but it hadn’t been Mari’s.

Behind her, she heard Bowen’s struggles abruptly cease. This revelation had no doubt confounded him.

Häxa continued, "Seems Mariah hadn’t appreciated that when all other males fawned after her, begging for her hand, Bowen had absolutely no interest in her, even seemed to disdain her – Mariah, a princess. For years, she loved him from afar, or at least she fancied herself in love with him. No other would do. She had to have him. So I granted her wish, knowing that this situation would be replete with pain and suffering – and that if I grant a wish, I get to reap the misery from the outcomes of all involved.

"I gave him to her, and her to him, then killed her within weeks. On the night I caused her death, I realized that the wolf would lead me to you, the Awaited One. I merely watched him until you came into his life." She turned to Bowen. "Thank you for removing her cloak for me. The red made my vision irritatingly blurry."

"And the plane wreck?" Mari said. "The earthquake when we were on the bridge?"

"That was merely playing. Every time this one thought he’d lose you again, I got an infusion of despair. Besides, the demon pilot begged me to unfreeze his family, volunteering to do anything for me. How could I resist?"

Mari’s animosity toward the pilot left her in a rush.

Häxa continued, "Since I’ve returned as Bowen’s dead mate resurrected, he’s given me a veritable feast of misery, seasoned with guilt. Delectable. I could have killed you at any time. But you hadn’t used your magick against me, so I couldn’t siphon it from you. And captromancer, I do so want your unique powers."

Häxa? Bowe struggled to comprehend what was happening.

She can assume any form, Mariketa had said. And Häxa was revealing that he had, in fact, been under an enchantment – but long before he’d ever met Mariketa.

Mariketa held out one of her hands in his direction, displaying a strange mirror in the palm of her glove. Suddenly, his medallion began tearing from his neck, shooting pain through him. It was as though the thing had planted deep roots in his skin that were now being stripped away, tearing as they went. In the past, every time he’d decided to remove it, he’d always forgotten to. Now he knew why, and now he understood why Mariketa hadn’t sensed another curse on him – because it had been a part of him, like a cancer.

Once freed, the medallion flew across the room to her. She caught it, then melted it in the heat of her mirrored palm, until it resembled a lead ball.

When she dropped it to the ground, a thick haze seemed to be lifted from Bowe’s vision. Now when he gazed at the image of Mariah, he felt nothing but… fury.

For so long he’d suffered immeasurable grief. He’d walked around like the living dead in an existence of nothing but longing and pain – and it was all because of the whim of a spoiled princess.

Mariah had invited this sorceress into his life, had ensured that Häxa found Mariketa, and had driven a wedge between Bowe and his true mate. Mariketa hadn’t even seemed able to stand the sight of him earlier.

"Vain witch, did you see your parents’ bodies? My handiwork is so beautiful."

What had been done to her parents?

"You won’t feed off me, Häxa. I feel only hatred."

"No loss. I’ve had a surfeit from that Lykae and am as strong as I’ve ever been. Are you certain you wish to battle me? When I take your powers, I’ll be a goddess once more."

"When I take yours, I’ll be a sorceress," Mariketa said, sounding confident and as brave as ever.

"You have no idea what you toy with, child. But tonight, on another eve brimming with purpose, I’ll teach you one last lesson."

Häxa finally began to shuck her disguise, like a snake slithers from its dead skin. The windows exploded and wind rushed in, howling over them. Curtains flew and furniture skidded across the wooden floor. Pictures on the walls went flying like discs.

Her true form was hideous. The whites of her eyes grew black, the pupils a filmy yellow. Her skin was waxen and gray. She stood at least eight feet tall, with claws as long as his fingers.

In comparison, Mariketa looked so small and frail with her hair whipping, buffeted by the wind and struggling to remain upright.

Häxa raised her hands; Mariketa’s eyes went wide. She opened her own palms and tossed a table in front of Häxa’s beam just before it hit her. The wood disintegrated into dust.

Another two beams flashed out. Mari dodged one by shooting up on her toes and arching her back. The other hit her, sending her spinning into the wall.

The Instinct screamed inside Bowe for him to protect his own, yet he could do nothing.

Mariketa lurched under yet another beam, but she was getting slower, weaker. At last, she fled, ducking behind a wall across from where Bowe was trapped. She slid down to the floor at the corner. He saw her swallow with fear, peek out from the edge of the wall, then squeeze her eyes shut as she barely missed a sudden blast by her face. Leaning her head back, she stared at the ceiling. He barely heard her whispering, "Shit, shit, shit."