Ahead, I could see that Darcy had reached the edge and moved to run down a darker alley, just as we came to the outer rim of the masses.
Vance took off after her with a sudden burst of speed, and I found I had a hard time keeping up with him, his enhanced powers becoming more evident with each passing day.
Darcy rounded the corner onto another side street, then across traffic to go into another alley.
Vance and I danced through the traffic as we crossed the street behind her, causing several people to slam on their brakes and honk their horns angrily at us.
As we entered the alley, we could see Darcy running ahead of us, down at the far end. Vance threw a burst of magic at her, hitting her and causing her to trip and fall forward onto her hands and knees.
Vance was easily upon her at that point, picking her up none too gently and dragging her to her feet.
“Please don’t kill me,” she gasped in fear as her face transformed into her demon mask.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t,” he replied roughly, jerking her and lifting her cleanly off her feet, so she was dangling in the air in front of him.
She hesitated for only a second.
“Because I know where your mother is,” she huffed, her eyes looking wildly about.
“Sorry. Try again. My mom is already dead,” he growled back at her. “I killed her myself.”
Darcy shook her head.
“No, she isn’t,” she replied, her red eyes never leaving his face, though her lower lip quivered as she spoke.
“What are you talking about?” Vance asked, shaking her like a rag doll.
“Damien sent a shape shifter to get you. He was toying with you,” Darcy answered him.
“Liar! That isn’t possible!” he yelled, but I saw a flicker of doubt cross his face.
“Yes, it is,” Darcy pleaded with him. “Krista was his prisoner, but he never turned her. He needed her for something else.”
Vance pondered this for only a second.
“Where is she?” Vance said, pulling Darcy within an inch of his face, his sculpted features hardening into a sudden deadly calm.
“Scotland,” she cried out desperately. “She’s in Scotland with Damien’s parents … your grandparents!”
Vance released her then, in shock, taking a step backward.
Darcy took full advantage of the release and ran as fast as she could down the alley, rounding the corner out of sight.
The fireworks began shooting off overhead as Vance turned to look at me in disbelief, his face a mask of complete shock.
Krista Mangum was still alive!
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About the Author
Lacey Weatherford has always had a love of books. She wanted to become a writer after reading her first novel at the age of eight.
Lacey resides in Arizona, where she lives with her husband and six children. She is currently working on editing projects for the next three books in this series.
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The Of Witches and Warlocks series
The Trouble With Spell
The Demon Kiss
Blood Of The White Witch
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
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