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Chapter 12
With a groan, Amethyst heaved the body bag higher onto her shoulders. He was heavy!
She sent her witch senses out, and cursed when she recognized Trent behind her, hot on her trail. Fuck! The little slut should have been unconscious for at least two days-she must be immune to that spell. Fuck again! Amethyst picked up speed, praying that she would reach Selyah's hole before Trent found her.
But she was a witch, not a vampire, and her strength was ebbing. She was trained, of course, and was stronger and faster than any human; but Trent was no human. Amethyst cursed again-Trent was gaining on her, and fast.
Dammit, why didn't Selyah just give her a damn car?! She'd claimed that Amethyst wasn't a good enough driver and she might mess things up-but come to think of it, that was an incredibly lame excuse. Maybe she wanted Amethyst to get caught-maybe she wanted Trent to rescue Orion, so that the fun game of catching them could start all over again. Amethyst knew how much Selyah loved playing with things; she was like a cat with a mouse.
And what a lovely game, the witch thought grimly as she hurried forward. I would love to play, if I were anything but an expendable pawn!
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Trent didn't know anything but the rage pounding in her ears. Two weeks! Two weeks she had been with her soulmate before he was captured. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fucking fair!
She smiled grimly-her senses told her that her prey was slowing down. She would catch this little bitch in a second, and make her pay.
She raced around the corner, and Amethyst whirled around to face her. With a roar Trent flung herself at her, but a blast of orange power shot forth from Amethyst's palm, flinging her backwards to slam into a dumpster. The witch turned around and ran.
Trent came to fifteen minutes later. The failed spell along with the witch's blast had made her nauseous and managed to knock her out. Stumbling to her feet, she vomited in a corner.
Her senses on alert, she cast about, looking for the flair of energy that was the scheming little witch. She groaned when she saw: Amethyst was almost to Selyah's door! There was no chance now that Trent would be able to catch her before she got to Selyah. Damn!
Oh well. Trent would rip each one of Selyah's soldiers apart if she had to, to get to Orion. It didn't matter what that little bitch put in her path. Trent would find him. She had to. She clenched her jaw and started running.
She arrived at Selyah's little shack - a mansion, really - fifteen minutes later. She'd sprinted the whole way. Now that she was finally here, she fell to her knees, exhausted. Not even vampire/witches had endless supplies of energy.
When she had gotten her strenth back, she got to her feet and strode up the walkway and up to the gate. There was a gate keeper here, a sort of butler to admit people in. He stared suspiciously at Trent and opened his mouth to refuse her admittence. She didn't wait for him to finish, but instead hit him on the temple, and he dropped to the ground unconscious. She wrenched the gate open (not needing keys) and strode up the path leading to Selyah's house. She opened the door (practically ripping it off its hinges). Inside there was a smallish witch, working as a maid here. She stared openmouthed at Trent, then turned to run. Apparently she was smarter than that guy outside. But it was no use.
Trent caught her wrist and flung her against the wall. While she was too dizzy to use her powers, Trent pressed her palm to the witch's temple.
A river of images flooded Trent's mind-the witch's thoughts. Trent brushed impatiently past the ones she didn't need, searching for memories of the past hour. She stopped when she found the right memory. The witch had seen Amethyst arrive twenty minutes ago, with Orion. She had walked over to a panel of wood and pressed something, and the door had slid open to reveal a flight of stairs leading down to-the witch didn't know where it led to.
Trent let the witch go, and she slid to the floor, chalky white but still alive. Trent walked over to the panel of wood the housekeeper had seen Amethyst use, and pressed on part of the wall. It made a whooshing sound and opened, revealing the stairs. Trent flew down them, not bothering to shut the door behind her.
She reached the end of the stairs and ran down the hallway. Orion was close-she could feel it.
She paused when she reached four doors. Which one? She frowned and concentrated, then realized she could feel Selyah, Amethyst, and about thirty guards through the door on her right. Trent cursed under her breath - she was willing to bet that she had to play Selyah's little game and get through her and her guards before she could reach Orion. Grimacing, she opened the door.