Chapter 34: Cold Brew Help Me With This?

Beatrice's POV.

Witch's bullets pepper my back. The electricity sizzles through me and I feel the knots of my magic fray. My magic lurches out in pain; black spiders leak out of my fingers like spilled ink.

Lydia's red lightning doesn't lose its' form; she doesn't lose her control. She strikes behind us where Silas certainly must be. But then her knees give out beneath her and I realize I'm falling too.

"I've gotcha," Lucas grunts. He wraps an arm around each of our waists and drags us down the stairs, through the front hall, and outside to Sebastian's waiting car.

"Oh, goddess!" Gigi gasps, but the girl recovers quickly and helps Lucas pull us into the backseat.

The car doors shut and there is a peel of the tires in the gravel. I hear Sebastian calling my name, but my back, already sore from days without the salve along the chains, is on fire.

I grope across the seat for Lydia, who can at least prop herself up against the car door. She gives me a high five.