New Coven Chapter 8

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Edward wasted no time. He rounded the corner and used the one talent he had to escape.

“Spirit, soar me away into your bosom.”

The night lights swirled around me as the world spun out of control. Edward gripped the hem of his shirt, like he always did when he borrowed power from Spirit. Soon as the whirling and flying sensation died down, he looked around to see where he was.

Large color stained window panes surrounded him. Cherry pine wood floors rested under his shut covered shoes. That had him jumping over to the welcome mat.

“Where am I?”

Vibrate, abstract art covered the light blue walls. Someone had great taste. Took someone with money to own a Wassily Kandinsky.

“Whose house is this?”

He slid aside the silk style curtain having over the front door window. Thanks to a porch light he could make out evenly trimmed grass and a very well stocked herb garden. No car sat in the driveway.

What to do? He did not recognize the area. Where was he? Didn’t matter. He had to get out of there before someone came home. Not an easy explanation as to how he got into the house. Door was locked. Security system working. He could not tell them he asked Spirit to aid him and ended up in the middle of their hallway. Dang it. Why was Spirit so unpredictable. It’s why he did not use it. Okay, it wasn’t Spirit. It was him. He hated studying anything other than academics. Spirit training was a useless skill in his mind. Much smarter to focus on the items that would get him into Yale. Get him to the point that he could be an amazing lawyer. Not that any of that had panned out for him. He had not earned the scholarship and his parents refused to pay for his education. Told him it was best if he worked for his own dream. Not the true reason behind their traitorous way. Nope. It was out of retribution for him refusing to go through the Choosing Ceremony. Dad might have given me the note that got me out of going through such, but he did not like doing so. Only reason he had, was to keep my ass out of trouble. He did not want his name smeared in any kind of scandal. He had a seat of power to maintain and that meant keeping his nose clean. His and his families.

Car lights filled the window.

“Shit.”

He skirted through the hallway, making sure he did not touch anything. Least amount of shoot would give him away. He made it into the kitchen before he ran into a huge black pit bull dog.

Huge white teeth greeted him as saliva dribbled from his mouth, plopping onto the floor. Edward looked right, finding a counter blocking his path. To the left sat a six seater table. Going backwards wasn’t an option. The owner of the house would be inside before he could reach a window to escape through. Not that it would do him any good. That would only set off the alarm. Not that opening the back door wouldn’t do so.

“Damn it.” He held his hands out in front of him. “Nice doggie. Can you let me slip by you?” His foot froze in air when the dog lowered his head, readying to charge. “Come on, let me by, please.”

“He won’t.”

The husky voice had him spinning, forgetting the ready to attack dog.

“Fuck!” Edward screamed as the dog latched onto his leg.

“Heel, Rex.” The man had scooped him up and sat him on the counter before Edward could take two breaths.

“No. Let me down.”

“Stay there and let me check your leg.”

“No. I’m covered in shoot.”

“It will wipe up.”

The man took hold of his leg and ripped the bottom part of my jeans. He snatched up the drying towel that rested behind me, pressing it to my leg.

“Barely broke the skin.” The man shooed Rex away when he came up to his side. “Get, you mutt.”

“Mutt.”

“Yeah. He’s a great companion.”

“He’s huge.” Dangerous. Knew how to protect his home from people who suddenly appeared in his house. Question was . . . “Why did he not attack until I came in here?”

“How did you get here? Hold this.”

Edward had no choice. The man had taken hold of his hand and slammed it against the reddening towel.

The man’s body swayed as he walked over to the tall antique cabinet and opened the door, extracting a huge first aid kit. He laid it on the table and retrieved some cause and a needle and threat pack.

“Won’t be necessary.”

The man looked my way, smiling. “Right. You going to answer me? You were not that far ahead of me when you ran from me.”

Ran fit. Edward had hoped to get far from the man. Not land in his house. Spirit had a twisted sense of humor.

“Why did you run from me? Why not tell me your were a SpellBinder?”

The man glanced at his watch, frowning. “Got somewhere to be. Great. Get going. I’ll just take my leave.”

“Oh, no you don’t.” The man was in front of me before Edward could get off the counter. “You are not going anywhere until we talk this out.”

“You’ve got somewhere to be. We can talk later.” Much later. Like never.

“My trip can wait.”

Great. “Listen, just let me go. Pretend we never met. You know this is not possible. It is a mistake.”

A deep, rich chuckle had my cock throbbing, but did not sway him into changing his mind about the two of them. Nope. There was no way the two of them would be accepted by the Coven. Not as hard as the Coven leader pushed him about not have gone through the Choosing Ceremony.

“Mistake.” A loud huff spoke louder than words. “Not hardly.” The man pulled out a chair and sat down, leaving Edward no way to move.