The Lightning Prophecy (The Lightning Witch Trilogy Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

From water we are born, and from water we die. Go now, and find peace in the great land. Your loved ones surely await you. Go easy, and know I loved you.”
    And so it was done; with the release of the water she was free. I think she would be happy it was me who performed her Requiem.
    The drive back to my apartment was long, mainly because I couldn't get my power to settle down. What now? I couldn’t help but feel mad. Hell, mad? Mad was too meaningless a word. I was furious. Something had tried to eat her and whatever it was, I was going to find and turn to ash.
    By the time I made it to the parking lot of my apartment, my hands were shaking and lightning was sparking and crackling in my hair. I had to calm down. I took the keys out of the ignition and set them on my lap with a jingle. I closed my eyes and thought of Mil, then opened my eyes with a start. That’s it! I’ll go talk to Mil. God, she knew everything. That’s where I would start, then to the police station. I would not let this go. I calmly opened the door and got out of my car, feeling better knowing I had a plan set in my head. I could do this. I would do this.
    My mind was on that plan, so I didn’t see the giant wall that blocked my path and I barreled right into it. Trying to not fall on my ass, I sent my hands out, searching for something to grab onto. I found nothing, but a strong arm grabbed me around the waist, steadying me. Arm? Wait, I didn’t remember there being a wall here before.
    Before I could think clearly I backed away from the stranger and called the lightning to my hands. I looked up to see this person more clearly. In front of me stood a man. A rather large, muscular man. His short, blonde hair was mussed and his caramel-colored eyes were trained on me with the focus of a laser.
    With a short, audible “pop,” I forced the lightning back into my body. A shiver ran down my spine. All the while, this hulking brute of a man stood staring daggers at me. Another shiver went through me that had nothing to do with my power. Wow, this man had a strong, square jaw with light-brown stubble shadowing his cheeks. He looked as if someone had fashioned him from stone with a chisel. His full lips were set in a flat white line and his brow was furrowed in contemplation and assessment. Is he seriously measuring me? With a flick of his eyes he completed his assessment and looked as if he found me wanting. Well, if this ass thinks he knows me, he’s got another think coming.
    I raised my eyebrow and squared my shoulders with my own assessment. Other than the waves of cocky and asshole this guy had wafting off of him, he was sexy as hell. He had muscles for days. Wait, make that months. He had broad shoulders that beautifully cascaded into a chest most men and women would kill for. Then there was his stomach, and I would be willing to bet all the king’s horses hid a 266 pack. The black, silk button-down shirt and charcoal-gray slacks hugged him in all the right places and then some. My eyes may have lingered on the apex between his legs a fraction longer than they should have. But, God himself wouldn’t blame me, because this dude was built like a brick house and it had been a long time. A really long time. Like forever.
    I realized a little late his eyes were fixed on me. He had an amused expression plastered on his face. In fact, he looked down right smug. Well, I guess he has a reason to be smug. There he stood, looking like a GQ ad, and I had on blue jeans with a pale-yellow ribbed tank top. I looked like an ad for a K-Mart blue light special. I narrowed my eyes to his and gave him my “I’m so not impressed” look, and opened my mouth.
    Instead of saying something polite like, “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. I didn’t see you there,” my mouth bypassed my mental filter and, well, words started falling out.
    “Look, Macho Man Randy Savage, I’m sure it’s polite to stand in someone’s way in the cave you oozed out of, but it’s not