Page 38 of Coven Relics
I didn’t care about chasing Asfrid and Valentine through this rancid fog. My only thoughts were making sure they didn’t get their hands on Killian because I had the resources to break this curse and wake him up as long as he was with me.
I crawled on my belly in the dirt, trying to get to him. Rocks and branches were scratching me, and breathing hurt, but I didn’t stop until my hand hit a leg. Then, someone grabbed me and pulled me closer. Bjorn. I asked him to take care of Killian while I went to destroy Asfrid. He must have realized Killian wasn’t dead and stayed with him to protect him.
The wind picked up in the clearing, and I felt a light rain on my face. It took a few minutes, but I could breathe and see much easier. My lungs and eyes were on fire. Everyone was on the ground, including the gods, except Gabriel. He was just standing there enjoying the rain like that potion hadn’t been totally vile.
“Best way to fight off a potion like that is to call the elements to get rid of it,” Gabriel said.
“And that’s just another reason we hired you to teach Defense Against Dark Magic,” Church said. “Can we catch the psychopaths that murdered my students and cursed a warlock for blackmail?”
Just then, we heard the roar of an engine. We weren’t anywhere near any roads, and the academy parking lot was far away.
“I know my motorcycles,” Balthazar said. “He must have paid cash or stolen it. That’s the engine of a huge hog, so he could look badass with someone riding bitch on the back, but they are a nightmare to control and really get speed with unless you’ve ridden a lot before.”
I knew the answer to that because I used to think it was sexy. I was pretty sure there was plenty of stupid shit left for me to do in my life, but none of it would be as dumb as falling for him.
“He’s used to big bikes. I know he has one because he likes to take selfies with it. That one is probably his. He won’t admit it because he thinks it’s a weakness, but I’m pretty sure he’s claustrophobic. He avoids cars and planes when he can.”
“Shit, he’s probably long gone then,” Balthazar said, shrugging.
“All of you go home,” Kaine said. “The Bureau is taking over from here. This entire forest is a crime scene, and I can’t have anything damaged. I already have agents doing patrols in cars. Two naked people on the back of a big ass motorcycle should be easy to catch. Take Killian home and work on waking him up.”
And it should be. Even the supernatural community would take notice of two people riding ass-naked on the back of a motorcycle. That would draw too much attention from the humans, and they’d try to put a stop to it.
But nothing about this had been easy. Despite all our resources and the sheer power of our group, we lost. Asfrid was driving off on the back of Valentine’s motorcycle, and the best person in the entire world got cursed for no reason.
We needed to go home, regroup, and figure out everything wethoughtwe knew because Asfrid had been playing some long con since the day she was created and fooled everyone around her.
Kaine benched us, but Asfrid cursed what was mine. So, if the Paranormal Investigation Bureau didn’t catch them tonight and I just had this feeling they wouldn’t, we were going to try to figure out what her big plan was, uncurse my boyfriend, and then we were jumping back into this fight.
I knew why Loki, Bjorn, and Sleipnir wanted to kill Asfrid, but I was now properly motivated to completely fuck her shit up. And let’s not forget my stupid, cheating, werewolf ex-boyfriend. None of this would have been possible without him, and he was the sole reason Asfrid cursed Killian.
Only a big, fucking idiot would come at a witch’s lover, and it was even worse to hurt their familiar. Valentine and Asfrid were going to find outexactlyhow stupid that was when we found them.