Something Wicked

Eden’s gaze flicked to Ben, and he nodded and gave her a small smile. “I told you everything would be okay.”

That remained to be seen, but she was feeling cautiously—very cautiously — optimistic. This was much better than trusting Darrak’s demonic friend to lend a hand. The Malleus was a strong organization of supernatural experts. This was the better solution.

Still, she felt nervous.

Sandy’s cool hand replaced Oliver’s against her forehead.

“Can you hear me?” Sandy’s voice was suddenly in her head. Her lips didn’t move.

Telepathy? Eden’s gaze moved to her with surprise. “I can hear you.”

“You’re a black witch. I sensed it before and I shielded it from Oliver, but the shield is starting to slip.”

This worried her. Eden’s attention flicked to Oliver who was waiting with his arms crossed over his chest, then back to the witch. “Why would you shield it from him?”

“Because he’ll kill you when he finds out.”

Her eyes bugged. “What?”

“Malleus policy. Black witches are executed immediately upon their discovery.”

Cold fear slid through her. “He said he wanted to help me.”

“He lied. It’s that demon inside you he’s really after. He wants to see what possessing a nephilim does to a demon. You need to escape.”

Eden struggled to breathe. “And then what?”

“Place wards around your home so you’ll be protected from those who mean you harm.”

“How do I put up wards?”

“You’re a smart girl. You’ll figure it out.” Sandy smiled grimly. “By the way, sorry about what I have to do right now.”

“What?”

“She’s a black witch,” Sandy said aloud. “She was trying to shield it from us.”

Great. Eden’s stomach dropped right down to the ground, and the fear she’d felt earlier returned in full force. So much for thinking she’d found an ally in the other witch.

A hand clamped down over her throat before she could move an inch. Oliver had moved in quickly. The warmth in his gaze had been replaced by ice. “I would have thought a nephilim filled with black magic was impossible. She’s more dangerous than I thought, especially with that demon inside of her.”

Eden grabbed his wrist, but the man was inhumanly strong. “Take your damn hands off me, you bastard. Ben, help me!”

Ben stood with his fists clenched at his sides. “Oliver, let her go. You said she wouldn’t be harmed.”

“That was before I learned she was a black witch.” Oliver’s head twisted to the side. “Come here and hold her still. Do it.”

Ben grabbed Eden’s arms and pulled her off the sofa to hold her firmly in place in front of him.

“What are you doing?” she managed, trying to look at him over her shoulder. His fingers dug painfully into her skin.

“I don’t seem to have a choice,” Ben said, his voice strained. “I have to do what he says.”

Eden gasped when she felt the bite of cold, sharp steel against her throat. Oliver held a dagger there. Her gaze went to Sandy. The witch’s gaze held fear for Eden, but she made no move to help.

“I’m sorry it had to come to this so quickly,” Oliver said. Panic sliced through her as she felt a warm trickle of blood run down her throat. “I don’t want to destroy a nephilim — such a rare, special creature. But you’re a black witch, so I have no choice. Earlier I wasn’t sure how to extract the demon without hurting you. With your death it won’t be an issue.”

He wasn’t joking. He was going to kill her. She had seconds left. Her rapidly beating heart would soon stop forever.

“I’m so sorry, Eden.” Ben’s voice caught on the words, but his grip didn’t lessen for a moment.

Ben had wanted to help her. Would he feel guilty for holding her in place while another man slit her throat? Or would he be able to justify it to himself as another case of good triumphing over evil?

“You’re making a huge mistake,” she managed to say.

Oliver shook his head. “I don’t make mistakes. I make decisions, and they are always the right ones.”

He moved to slash her throat and a scream caught in her chest, but the knife froze in midair before it made contact. For a split second, Eden thought it was Sandy coming to her rescue. But it wasn’t Sandy.

It was her.

Eden’s skin tingled and something that felt like electricity moved down her arms and into her hands.

It was her black magic.

Oliver gripped the blade tighter and arched it toward her again. The rage that had been simmering inside Eden until now rose completely to the surface, and she gave in to it since she had no other choice. With a mere thought she was able to pull the dagger from Oliver’s grasp and launch it across the room where it embedded itself into the wall.

Eden’s mind cleared of all the fear and pain and panic she’d felt before as she opened herself to her magic. She didn’t want to die. They’d left her with no choice but to tap into the very thing she’d promised never to use again.

Her soul was in jeopardy. But, at the moment, her life came first.

“Kill her now,” Oliver snarled. He was instructing Ben.

Without hesitation, Ben’s hands went around her throat from behind, and he began to squeeze. He was very strong, and it didn’t take long before Eden began to see spots before her eyes as he choked her.

“I’m so sorry, Eden. I never meant for this to happen.” His voice was hoarse with pain.

“I’m sorry, too.” She grasped more of her magic and launched him backward. She spun on her heels just in time to see him hit the wall hard and slide down to the ground unconscious.

Her eyes widened at what she’d done so easily, but any guilt disappeared as quickly as it arrived. The more she used the black magic, the more her anger increased, like a huge, rolling wave ready to crash into the shore. She really wanted to destroy something — channel this energy that was growing inside of her with every passing moment. She knew she could level this entire house with a well-placed thought.

Hopefully Ben had a good insurance policy.

She turned to check where Oliver was, only to receive a backhanded slap across her face that sent pain skittering through her.

“Ow.” She glared at him. “That’s no way to win friends and influence people.”

“Witch”—he’d retrieved the knife and had it in his grip again—“I will end you.”

She cocked her head to the side. “And here I thought we were going to be buddies.”

His teeth were clenched. “Black magic will destroy you.”

“But not if you get me first, right?”

“I can help you,” he said, raising the blade. “This is the only way.”

“The only way you can help me is to kill me? Sure, that made heaps of sense, you sanctimonious prick.”

When Oliver lunged at her, a ripple of magic exited her and wrapped him up in dark light. It raised him up off the floor, and he hovered in the air for a moment. The fear in his eyes made it clear that he thought she would kill him.

Why should she care about his life? He’d nearly ended hers. And he would have, if she hadn’t tapped into her shiny black magic.

Her stomach twinged with pain from using her magic this time, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. A couple Midols would take care of these cramps.

“Come near me or Darrak again and I’ll kill you. Understand me?” Her voice, just like her body at the moment, was filled with darkness.

Oliver nodded. “Yes.”