His Witch To Keep (Keepers of the Veil) Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Zoe Forward
Tags: Romance, Paranormal, Witches, Military, British, witch, enemies to lovers, Entangled, PNR, Covet, mi6, Zoe Forward
Vision. She popped open her lids and ran her gaze over him. “I need a rundown on your injuries right now.”
He wiped a forearm across his eyes, dragging blood from his cheek laceration across his face and saturating his unbuttoned shirtsleeve. Crusted blood coated most of his chest right down to his dark jeans, which were unbuttoned at the top, suggesting…her mind took her straight to the horror of what could’ve been done to him down there. She swiped moisture from her eyes.
“You did your magical dimension hop thing with me? I can’t be here. Get us back immediately.” His eyes wildly darted around. “I can see again.”
“Calm down. You’re somewhere safe. Focus on that. You just admitted you might be about to die. I need to know your worst injuries.” For good measure, she added, “Please.”
His words came out slurred. “Stab into lower right abdomen. I’m sure it hit something that’s bleeding. Another into left thigh. Left side, ribs broken. Burns on arms, feet, and other…areas. And drug…”
Oh, God. She’d seen a lot of agent injuries over the years, especially post-torture. This was beyond bad. He was on the express train to the afterlife. No.
She smoothed his hair away from his face and leaned over him to look into his dilated eyes. This man was spectacular. He didn’t complain. Not even one moan or whimper. “How’d they get you? I mean, you’re careful. This doesn’t happen to you.”
His gaze roamed her face and rested on her lips. “No one is perfect.” His words slurred.
“What? You come pretty damned close when it comes to situations like this.”
“I got distracted. The drug in combo with the cuffs…fucked.” His eyelids drooped.
“How did you call for me? How could you possibly know I’d show up?”
His drug-dilated eyes slowly opened and roamed her face. “I suspected—”
“You suspected what?”
He toppled over.
She shook him, but he didn’t respond.
Couldn’t be dead. She shook him, but he remained unconscious. Her chest constricted so tight she panted to move air. She fumbled for his pulse and whooshed out a relieved sigh. His pulse might be weak, but it wasn’t absent. “Just this once, be the stubborn bastard I know. Don’t die.”
She closed her eyes and prayed to the goddesses to tell her what to do for him. Instinctually, she made circular hand motions over his chest. Tingling started in her own chest and zipped down her arms until her fingertips buzzed. She double blinked as the world spun around her as if they were on a carousel. After he took one deep inhale and slid into sleep, she stopped the circles. The spinning ceased.
A peek under his shirt revealed his abdominal wound healed. The cut across his cheek and those on his chest were gone. All facial swelling was resolved. Wow. As she traced the Greek lettering that spanned his chest, now surrounded by crusted blood, she was struck as she had been months ago by their mysterious beauty. When she’d asked him their meaning, he’d evaded. Typical Alexi.
The fact she healed him meant… Shit, shit, and super shit.
She’d bonded to him.
He couldn’t be the one for her. Her destined. That one sanctified male fated to be the father of her children, lifetime protector, and lover had to be chosen by her goddess ancestor. They would never choose Alexi. That one magical mate was supposed to be druid, not an assassin with mysterious skills who worked for the Order Lutomaleficum. He knew that group of psychotic witch hunters had tortured her long ago.
This had to be a mistake. She’d irrationally latched onto him. An accidental bond.
Shit.
She had to fix this. Erase it. Maybe the eldest of the seven Pleiades witches knew a trick to reverse an accidental bond. She hoped the reason she couldn’t find her destined druid wasn’t because of this accident. What a mess.
Her first step was to get Alexi home—to his home—before he woke up. Him awake and at full strength equaled catastrophe.
He wiped a forearm across his eyes, dragging blood from his cheek laceration across his face and saturating his unbuttoned shirtsleeve. Crusted blood coated most of his chest right down to his dark jeans, which were unbuttoned at the top, suggesting…her mind took her straight to the horror of what could’ve been done to him down there. She swiped moisture from her eyes.
“You did your magical dimension hop thing with me? I can’t be here. Get us back immediately.” His eyes wildly darted around. “I can see again.”
“Calm down. You’re somewhere safe. Focus on that. You just admitted you might be about to die. I need to know your worst injuries.” For good measure, she added, “Please.”
His words came out slurred. “Stab into lower right abdomen. I’m sure it hit something that’s bleeding. Another into left thigh. Left side, ribs broken. Burns on arms, feet, and other…areas. And drug…”
Oh, God. She’d seen a lot of agent injuries over the years, especially post-torture. This was beyond bad. He was on the express train to the afterlife. No.
She smoothed his hair away from his face and leaned over him to look into his dilated eyes. This man was spectacular. He didn’t complain. Not even one moan or whimper. “How’d they get you? I mean, you’re careful. This doesn’t happen to you.”
His gaze roamed her face and rested on her lips. “No one is perfect.” His words slurred.
“What? You come pretty damned close when it comes to situations like this.”
“I got distracted. The drug in combo with the cuffs…fucked.” His eyelids drooped.
“How did you call for me? How could you possibly know I’d show up?”
His drug-dilated eyes slowly opened and roamed her face. “I suspected—”
“You suspected what?”
He toppled over.
She shook him, but he didn’t respond.
Couldn’t be dead. She shook him, but he remained unconscious. Her chest constricted so tight she panted to move air. She fumbled for his pulse and whooshed out a relieved sigh. His pulse might be weak, but it wasn’t absent. “Just this once, be the stubborn bastard I know. Don’t die.”
She closed her eyes and prayed to the goddesses to tell her what to do for him. Instinctually, she made circular hand motions over his chest. Tingling started in her own chest and zipped down her arms until her fingertips buzzed. She double blinked as the world spun around her as if they were on a carousel. After he took one deep inhale and slid into sleep, she stopped the circles. The spinning ceased.
A peek under his shirt revealed his abdominal wound healed. The cut across his cheek and those on his chest were gone. All facial swelling was resolved. Wow. As she traced the Greek lettering that spanned his chest, now surrounded by crusted blood, she was struck as she had been months ago by their mysterious beauty. When she’d asked him their meaning, he’d evaded. Typical Alexi.
The fact she healed him meant… Shit, shit, and super shit.
She’d bonded to him.
He couldn’t be the one for her. Her destined. That one sanctified male fated to be the father of her children, lifetime protector, and lover had to be chosen by her goddess ancestor. They would never choose Alexi. That one magical mate was supposed to be druid, not an assassin with mysterious skills who worked for the Order Lutomaleficum. He knew that group of psychotic witch hunters had tortured her long ago.
This had to be a mistake. She’d irrationally latched onto him. An accidental bond.
Shit.
She had to fix this. Erase it. Maybe the eldest of the seven Pleiades witches knew a trick to reverse an accidental bond. She hoped the reason she couldn’t find her destined druid wasn’t because of this accident. What a mess.
Her first step was to get Alexi home—to his home—before he woke up. Him awake and at full strength equaled catastrophe.