Immortals After Dark 04 - Wicked Deeds on a Winters Night

as if testing, she glanced around the corner... and finally threw a beam at the sorceress.
    Häxa was shot across the room.
    With her brows raised, Mariketa dropped her gaze to her gloved palms.
    The sorceress shrieked with pain and rage. Smoke began to swirl in a tempest around her, growing thicker and thicker until she was concealed. Mariketa stood and crossed the room to face her, her eyes glowing feverishly, looking like she’d bloody follow her into the haze.
    Doona go in there! Doona go...
    He finally managed to roar his fear for her. At the edge of the tempest, Mariketa turned to him. But he didn’t think she even saw him. A gruesome gray hand slithered out from the smoke and palmed her entire head. Just as claws dropped down like a cage over her forehead, Mariketa put her forefinger against her red lips to quiet him.
    Then she smiled as she was yanked into the chaos.
    He fought against his invisible bindings, grappling with all the strength in his body. Arms free. He had to get inside to her. The smoke choked him, blinding light sparking inside it—
    Suddenly, Häxa was thrown from the tempest.
    When Mariketa followed, her feet didn’t touch the ground. She looked like nothing he’d ever seen—a killer ready for annihilation.
    Mariketa kept her mirrored palms up, delivering a continuous beam at Häxa. Bowe could see Häxa’s neck begin to stretch and heard bones snapping. Shrieking, she tossed frenzied beams at Mariketa, but they were useless. “Give me another, Häxa,” she sneered. “I didn’t quite feel that.”
    Take her head! Do it!
    As if his frantic thoughts called her attention, Häxa raised her head and cast a beam at him.
    The hit struck him like a battering ram to the chest. Bones shattered under the force.

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    H er concentration was interrupted just long enough for Häxa to grasp her beams and pull. She yanked Mari into her like a pitched ball, then batted her away, sending her flying.
    Mari landed on her back, with such a crushing force that blood sprayed from her mouth. Even prone, she tried to attack, raising her gloves, but Häxa had somehow bound her outgoing magick.
    “Just stay down, child,” Häxa said, rising to her towering height to close in on Mari. “Your father didn’t even make it this long. I yawned while I froze your mother.”
    Häxa loomed over her, building magick in her eyes, her mouth, her hands. Building... building. She was going to use everything she had to finish this, to render Mari to ash.
    The Queen of False Faces was just too strong.
    The kill shot neared.
    Coughing up blood, Mari lolled her head to the side, wanting to see Bowen a last time...
    The bone in one of his legs was broken, jutting up, piercing his jeans. His chest was bleeding profusely. The blood had spread out across the front of his shirt and was sopping a trail along the floor as he still struggled toward Mari.
    All at once Mari understood why people fought losing battles—because if you want something badly enough, you can’t do anything else but fight for it .
    Mari would fight.
    The mirror she’d climbed through lay on the floor between her and Bowen. She met his eyes, furtively opening her palm for it. Calling it to come to her, she might have budged a corner. Gnashing his teeth, he lunged for it, spinning it across the wood floor to her until her magick could seize it and draw it close.
    The sorceress blinked her eyes at them, then shrieked with fury, letting loose her power. At the last second, Mari shoved the mirror upright, huddling behind the glass like a knight behind a shield against the fire of a dragon.
    The beam reflected, trapping Häxa with her own unstoppable power.
    So hot... hold on... fight!
    Häxa’s screams echoed, piercing the night. In a circle all around Mari, the force of the beam’s overflow splintered the floor as though a jackhammer had broken through. Shards of wood flew upward. Stakes embedded themselves in the ceiling.
    Just have to hold on longer than she can.
    Häxa’s screams grew dimmer.
    Hold on...

    Bowe watched as Häxa’s body seemed to rupture from within, cracking open into thick fissures. With her claw-tipped fingers clenched in pain, she began to shift—and a thousand forms flashed over her.
    In the midst of them, Bowe spied a witch with raven hair and draped in a black stole.
    Then... light exploded inside her, incinerating her.
    Like an atomic bomb, a flat line of energy cast out before erupting straight up. The force blew the roof