Possessing the Witch. Elle James

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squatted in front of her. “What is it, Selene?”

      She pushed her away, too, her vision dimming, her head getting light. “Amanda—”

      Brigid’s eyes widened and she sprang to her feet. “Something’s happening to Amanda.”

      “I’ll stay with Selene, you guys go!” Aurai dropped to the tiled floor with Selene and slipped an arm around her sister. “Breathe, Selene. You can do it. Please. Pull yourself out of Amanda and come back to me.” Aurai turned Selene’s face to her. “Look at me.”

      Selene stared into her sister’s pale blue eyes. The overhead lights glowed off her bright gold hair, almost blinding her with the intensity. A light, a bright light to follow, to drift toward.

      “Selene!” Aurai shook her head. “Snap out of it.” She raised her hand and slapped Selene across the face.

      The contact brought Selene back from the light, back to the cool hard tiles of the hospital floor. She stared into her sister’s eyes, seeing her for the first time, kneeling on the ground beside her.

      Selene gasped in a huge breath and let it out, her breathing returning to normal, her vision clearing. Then the malevolent presence wavered in her mind, making her jaw tighten and her temple ache. “He’s getting away.” She lurched to her feet, holding on to Aurai.

      “Who’s getting away?”

      “The one who attacked Amanda.” Selene stumbled down a hallway toward a stairwell.

      “You can’t go after him, Selene.” Aurai grabbed her arm and held her back.

      Cal ran out of an ICU room shouting, “Get a crash cart in here!” Gina, Deme and Brigid joined him.

      Critical-care nurses raced for the woman’s room and for the equipment necessary to save her life.

      Selene and Aurai ran to join the others in the hallway, staying well out of the way. “What happened?”

      Deme shook her head. “Someone smothered Amanda.”

      Selene pointed to the stairwell. “He went down the stairwell.”

      Cal ran for the stairwell and shouted over his shoulder, “Deme, call Security, get them to block the exits.”

      “I’m coming with you,” she said.

      “I’ll make that call.” Aurai ran for the nurses’ station.

      “I’ll take the elevator down.” Brigid ran in the opposite direction.

      Selene started to follow Cal and Deme, but Aurai yelled at her. “No, Selene. Go with Brigid. You’re not strong enough yet.” She pointed toward the elevator where Brigid waited. The bell rang, announcing the car’s arrival, and Brigid stepped in.

      Selene dove for the elevator, catching it as the doors closed.

      When she turned, she saw Aurai talking on the telephone, a frown denting her smooth young forehead.

      The sense of evil was fading, the tightness easing in Selene’s head. “He’s getting away.”

      “Not if I have anything to say about it,” Brigid said through clenched teeth.

      Thankfully, the elevator went all the way down without stopping on even one floor. Whether it was because Selene was willing away anyone who dared to touch the buttons or just luck, she didn’t know or care. The main thing was to get to ground level before the killer.

      The bell rang, the door opened and Brigid leaped out. Selene followed more slowly. She closed her eyes and felt for the presence. Her senses only picked up on the worry and sadness surrounding the hospital. The evil had gone away...vanished.

      “Brigid!” Selene called out as her sister hit the exit door.

      Brigid came to a sudden halt and looked back over her shoulder.

      Selene shook her head. “He’s gone.”

      Deme and Cal emerged from the stairwell, breathing hard. They stopped in the emergency room lobby, staring across at Selene.

      She shook her head. “We’re too late.”

      Brigid cursed. “Well, I’m going out to look anyway.”

      “I don’t even feel him anywhere close. It’s as though he dropped off the face of the earth, his presence disappeared so quickly.”

      Aurai emerged from the bank of elevators and ran across the lobby to join her sisters. “We missed him?”

      Deme nodded.

      “Damn.” Brigid punched a fist into her palm. Then she turned toward Selene, her eyes blazing. “The man you took to your apartment, did you lead him here?”

      Selene shook her head, her stomach knotting. “He didn’t do this.”

      “Are you sure?” Brigid crossed to stand in front of Selene, anger flowing from every pore of her body, her very presence heating the air around them all.

      The anger surrounded Selene, filling her senses. She staggered backward. “I’m sure. He didn’t do this.”

      “What about the picture? The one Amanda had drawn before she was murdered.” Brigid’s lip curled up in a snarl. “Was your guy the one in the picture?”

      Selene stared out at the faces of her sisters, all waiting for her answer, all wearing accusing expressions. She couldn’t lie to them, but if she answered, she’d damn the man in her apartment. She inhaled and let the breath out before she said, “Yes.”

      “What do you want to bet when we get back to your apartment, your guest is gone?” Brigid punched out of the hospital, running toward her Harley.

      Selene had to sprint to catch up to Brigid or be left behind. She prayed the man was still lying in her bed. Then at least it would prove he wasn’t the man who’d attacked Amanda Grant and returned to finish the job.

      * * *

      Gryph’s eyes fluttered open. It took him a few moments to comprehend that the puffs of clouds and blue skies were nothing more than a mural painted on the ceiling of the room he found himself in. Stars were tacked amongst the clouds in an odd day-night combination. The soft bed and sweet-scented air contrasted sharply to the musty dampness of the underground he’d grown up in. He sat up, wincing at the soreness in his shoulder.

      He must have dozed off or passed out after Selene left. Over an hour had passed, his shoulder already felt better, and his vision had cleared. One of the benefits of being a shifter was that once the injuries had been addressed his body regenerated quickly. He rose, wrapping one of the sheets around his middle, and paced the interior of the tiny two-room apartment, his strength returning with every step, even as the walls closed in around him.

      Light, colorful fabrics draped the windows. The furniture, a scattered array of mix-and-match items, most likely found at yard sales, appeared lovingly restored with new fabric and accessorized with bright throw pillows and blankets. Every color in the rainbow

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