Witch Undecided: The Thirteenth Sign Book 2

Contents
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
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Thanks for all the boot descriptions, Andrea.
You made sure Cora kicked ass in style ;)


Chapter One
I had a vampire’s fangs in my neck, and he was slurping me up like I was a slushy on a hot day.
My body wasn’t my own, paralyzed as the bloodsucker took his fill. He’d done something to immobilize me. Something that regular vamps couldn’t do, but then this was no regular vamp. There was only one thing he could be. One of the Sons of Adam.
Jasper had said they’d come, and one had. Wait, were there more? No. Just this one. One, I should be able to take in a fight. I could blast him, if only my damn body would cooperate with me.
Oh, God, I was so fucking screwed. Despair threatened to bloom in my chest, but I pushed it back. No way would I be a meal for one of these fuckers. There had to be a way to get out of this. Think, fucking think! My body was paralyzed but…But my mind wasn’t, and my power…My power was connected to my will. I didn’t need to move to use it, for fucksake!
I was not helpless.
My chest heated with determination and my power flared, pushing back at the numbness this creature had forced into my limbs. The threads connecting me to the guys quivered, as if urging me to take hold and tug, but numbness still gripped the back of my mind, the part of me that controlled the link. I needed more power. I needed a moment to gather it.
The vampire squeezed my throat with his bony fingers, tongue lapping at my neck, and my head swirled with dizziness and the edges of my vision darkened.
Fuck this. I was not passing out. Anger flickered then blazed in my chest, and my power lashed out, obliterating the numbness holding me captive. I bucked, taking the vamp by surprise.
His fangs tore from my throat and fire lanced through my neck, but I was free and tugging on the threads, my panic and urgency rushing down the connection.
I rolled away from under the vamp. He lunged at me, cloak flapping. A fucking cloak? What the hell? I hit the ground and rose in a crouch, hands up, ready to fight.
The fucker’s face was obscured by the hood of the cloak, which flapped about his body like it had a mind of its own. He was either a huge fan of Bela Lugosi’s Dracula interpretation or just shitty with fashion.
“Come to me,” he said imperiously.
Like, seriously? “Um, no.”
The door behind me slammed open and Tor barreled in, fully dressed and vibrating with power. Rune was hot on his heels, coming to stand in front of me, haunches bunched, ready to attack.
The hooded vamp levitated off the ground.
“What the fuck?” Tor lunged at him.
The world shimmered blue and then Tor was thrown back with a crackle.
A forcefield, Rune said in my head. Not a warlock. Not fae.
I stared at the creature, desperate to see his face but getting nothing but an oval of shadow. “Vampire.”
That oval of shadow turned to face me. “Your blood is ours.” The voice was now like snapping twigs and the crunch of dry bracken, teasing gooseflesh to life across my skin. “You will come with me.”
Invisible bands wrapped around me and tugged. My feet slid across the hardwood before I could dig my heels in. Tor grabbed me and hauled me to his chest, his powerful arms unrelenting bands.
The blue shimmer flared and lashed out at us. I was yanked forward with sudden force. Tor bellowed as I was ripped from his arms. My feet left the ground, and I flew toward the vamp.
A growl tore the air and Rune hit me from the side, knocking me onto the bed. He stood over me, huge shaggy body bristling as he snarled at the vamp.
Tor picked up my huge dresser as if it weighed nothing and threw it at the shimmering blue barrier. It slammed into the shield with such force the barrier vibrated.
“You cannot fight me,” the vamp said. “Give her to me.”
But he didn’t sound so sure now.
Again! Rune ordered. He’s not as strong as he looks.
Tor, who already had my wardrobe in his arms, threw it at the barrier, and both the wardrobe and the shield shattered. The world was an explosion of blue light and wood.
The vamp screamed, an inhuman sound that was claws digging into my mind.
Tor charged at him.
The vamp’s cloak flapped wildly as he whirled and shrank until he was a…Bat? What the fuck?
Tor made a grab for the creature, snagging its wing. He almost