Read with BonusRead with Bonus

10. Blake's Promise

After feeling Maria’s distress almost as if it was his own, and hearing her mental call for help, Blake teleported to her side. He found her laying on the floor, unconscious.

I shouldn’t have trusted this weasel, was the thought that was roaming his mind.

Blake looked murderously at Kyle. The punk held an hourglass in his hand that had a needle poking out of its head. The pointy end of the needle had some blood on it, Maria’s no doubt.

“What have you done?” Blake growled at him as he cradled his mate’s body in his arms, eyes black, fangs out, a breath away from killing the warlock.

“You have one week,” came the cold ominous answer. “One week,” he repeated as he held his right index in front of him.

“To do what?”

Blake was trying hard not to kill him. He needed information. He couldn’t fight something he knew nothing about.

Karl was the first to arrive, and then a few seconds later it was Judith’s turn. Despite the years, the old witch could keep up, it would seem.

“What happened?” Both looked aghast between Blake’s thundering face and Kyle’s disturbing smirk.

“You need to make her fall for you, again, or else she dies,” Kyle explained sinisterly.

“In a week?”

The devil nodded at him and just as the guards were closing in on the warlock, he disappeared from sight.

Blake’s furious black eyes settled on Judith, and she staggered two steps back.

“If anything happens to my mate,” he couldn’t bring himself to word it differently, “I’ll kill not only the punk but every single one of your kind. I’ll hunt down witches until my last breath…”

She gasped in fright, eyes going wide while Karl’s mouth hung open.

“You don’t mean that,” the rather young witch council president spluttered.

“Oh I do,” Blake drawled, eyes settling on Karl. “This attack on my mate, in my own territory no less, means war, kiddo! And if it’s a damn war you want, who am I to deny you?”

They stood frozen in place for a few seconds until Blake growled at them as he lifted Maria’s limp body in his arms, “You’re dismissed. I’ll be coming for the boy. And nothing and no one will stop me from killing him.”

Previous Chapter
Next Chapter