have known the one night she played rebel would backfire in her face.
She couldn’t deny one thing though. In their arms the weight of the world shifted from her and for the first time in months she could take a deep breath. She was the witch, but it was the shifters who harnessed the magick in their trio.
She had one more question. Two, actually. “What are you going to do next?” She took a step back from them, then another, steeling her legs. The other question burned on the tip of her tongue, but she held it. If she asked who would do the spanking, she feared they might answer.
How far was it to her sister’s bar? The moment she stepped outside her circle winter would crash down on her with a vengeance.
“I think you know.” Evan’s voiced dipped low as he eyed her altar and the discarded bottle that held the elixir. “A good spanking for putting yourself in danger sits high on our list.”
Both men followed her step for step.
“But that is only one of your offenses, little witch.”
“Seriously?” Oh, was that her breathy voice? She wiggled her toes, her legs still shaky. She knew when to pick her battles and when to hightail it. But could she run?
Their glowing eyes narrowed on her. Pure panic spiked her blood. She slipped her hands free of theirs.
Only one way to find out.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ambrosia swiveled on her heel, bolted forward and raised her hand, calling on her powers, and ran like the devil and all of Hades knew her name. She didn’t even have time to blink before the wall of her circle shimmered before her in warning.
It all took half a heartbeat, but her feet were buried in cement.
If she let them touch her, just once more, her world would collide with theirs, the rules binding her as a Council Member be damned. And the price… steep.
Ambrosia shoved that all aside.
Shifters moved fast and these two didn’t suffer from the effects of the elixir. The barrier of her circle crackled, holding steady. Shit, this was going to hurt. No slowing down. Lungs clenched and eyes closed, she jumped.
Cold energy brushed against her with an electrical pop. Bare feet met cold snow, shooting shards of pain into her soles. She winced, gritting her teeth, but didn’t slow. Blinking past the tears, she focused and summoned a shield of heat to surround her feet. Barely. Magick faded and fizzled around her until every other step was full contact with the snow.
“Ambrosia, you know we’ll find you.” Evan. The dark promise sent an explosive shock of desire straight to her clit. Hellz bellz !
Her vision dimmed with a dark, gauzy fade around the edges and the weight of the bond pulled on the invisible threads which, despite all her efforts, still connected them. Well, that answered that. Ember and Honor would be miffed to hear their elixirs turned out to be big fat duds. But how long before the after effects wore off?
A strong urge to turn around gnawed at her insides. If she fell into those gorgeous jeweled eyes and warm arms, there would be no turning back for her.
Because of her royal blood, fate had doomed her long before her conception had ever been a thought.
An angry growl clawed through the darkness, slipped past her defenses, and hit her straight in the heart. She faltered. This close to them, she could feel their emotions as if they were her own. Could they feel hers? Why didn’t they just let her go? She hiked her knees higher.
Another half mile. She had a few medals under her belt in track—she had this in the bag.
“There’s no hiding, little witch. Our wolves are hungry. Don’t be scared.” The only thing she feared out here was being alone with them another minute. Still, Luke’s warning weaved through the trees.
Suddenly, as if the goddesses conspired against her, she hit a deep section and face-planted. She threw out her arms but still ended up with a mouth full of snow.
With lightening quick reflexes she rolled over and pushed, but yelped when her foot didn’t
Emma Wildes writing as Annabel Wolfe