Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
And to think that this was the monster that was going to defile my sweet witch.
With that rage fueling me, I let out a gruff cry to match his and somehow manage to flip him over on his back. I get my thumb inside the wound again, the noise of his flesh squelching making me nauseas, but I keep pushing it in.
Until he works through the pain and flips me back over, my head smacking the floor, and now I have no idea how I’m going to survive this. I’m unable to kill Brom, and even if I could, I wouldn’t want to. If only I could get to my gun on the bed to maim him again.
“She is mine,” the Horseman rasps at me, his voice sounding like rusty metal, his breath smelling of rotting meat. “She has been promised to me through the ages. You will not stand in our way.”
Through the ages? I think but then I have no time to dwell on it because his hand finds my throat and he’s squeezing so tight that my air supply is immediately cut off and he’s moments from snapping my neck in two.
So this is how I die. Would have been nice to go out choking Brom and not the other way around.
My vision flickers at the corners, growing gray and hazy, and I hate that the last thing I’ll see isn’t Brom’s pretty face but one of a monster.
Then the bathroom door flies open with a bang, Kat cries out and before I know what’s happening Brom’s grip on my neck is loosening. I’m staring up at those black eyes, watching as the darkness in them fades a little, no longer taking over his whole eyeball but just turning his brown eyes obsidian, and then he suddenly rolls over and to the floor, as if someone just hit him.
And then a most peculiar thing happens.
He starts sliding backward as if he’s being dragged from behind, until he slams against the wall and moans in pain, his limbs contorting.
I look over at Kat.
My heart leaps.
She’s holding out one of her hands toward Brom, palm out, and I can see the crackle of lightning and fire forming there, like she’s birthing a thunderstorm. That same energy flows outward toward Brom, the lightning fading as it goes until it become invisible, but the force is apparent from the way she’s holding Brom back against the wall.
Her face is growing paler, dark circles forming under her eyes and she’s growing visibly weaker as the seconds tick by. She won’t be able to do this for long.
I quickly get to my feet, ignoring the pain in my throat, the tightness of my breath, like I’ll never get a full lungful again, and grab the gun from the bed. I whirl around, wondering how else to keep Brom contained but then Kat’s arm drops and she wavers on her feet.
I have her in my arms before she hits the floor, my gun aimed at Brom.
But he’s on his side and he’s barely moving. Everything is back to normal, including his pretty face, and it’s not lost on me that he’s still naked and his cock is still hard, even after all that. Or, perhaps, in spite of all that.
The two of us are more alike than I thought.
I glance down at Kat in my arms, holding her tight. “Are you alright?” My voice is tight and ragged.
She makes a weak noise but nods. “So tired,” she manages to say.
I lead her over to the bed and place her there gently, then I go over to Brom, the barrel still pointed at him just in case.
“Brom?” I ask carefully, my finger on the trigger.
He wheezes, his eyes pinched shut, but he’s nodding too.
“Will you try to keep that horseman under control for the rest of the night? Because I don’t think we can all keep doing this over and over again.” I wince at the sight of the blood running back down his shoulder, then look over at Kat who is lying on the bed, her eyes flickering shut.
Shame pinches my heart. I’m supposed to be the one keeping them safe. Yet both of them are spent and worse for wear and no thanks to me.
I run a hand down my face, trying to think of the next course of action. Brom is incapacitated for now but the horseman could return and Kat needs to rest before she can try to stop him again. That was an impressive display of magic, more than I’ve ever seen from anyone, let alone one of my students, and as much as I want to see her use it again, I now know the cost.
A knock at the door brings me out of my thoughts.
Oh, fuck.
I glance at Brom and Kat but neither of them seem to notice. Then I slip the gun into the back of my trousers and head to my door.