I stalked across the parking lot, heading for Ravenridge. "Petra, seriously, you bled out this morning." I pushed past him, muttering curse words under my breath. I don’t think you should be on your feet too much. Well, I’ll get someone to float you up, then, he said. Besides, I don’t think they have wheelchairs, and even if they did, they’d be worthless on the steps. Maybe you should sit down and let me get you a wheelchair or something. He pointed back at the passenger seat of the car.
Hey, I said quietly, about what you said back there. He glanced into my eyes and then looked away. Now Logan and I were practically touching, because he had been standing so close to the door. Listen, I said, "you were captured by Malachi for days and who knows what he did to you? You probably need to go to the healers." Now he was blocking my path to get out of the car. Logan got out of the car and headed over to my side of the car.Ĭareful, he said. A primal, as they called us at Ravenridge. The other half was from across the breaches as well. Dragon blood helped my body to heal because I was only half human. However, I had dragon blood in my system when I did it, so I was fine. He thought that I was in no shape to drive since I’d bled out earlier that day. Logan was driving because he’d insisted on it. It wasn’t a big parking lot, but there weren’t many students at Ravenridge, so it didn’t need to be.
The lot was behind the building adjacent to the alley where he’d trained me to conjure and kill creatures from across the breaches. After all, there’s only one thing that can sever the bond between a virgin and her unicorns.Logan Gray parked my car in the parking lot at Ravenridge College. The high witch is sure he’ll be able to make quick work of Bree. There’s not a witch in the city that can resist Jack’s charms. Now, the werewolf does what he’s told, seduces who he’s asked, and doesn’t give a damn who he hurts or how his body is used. Once, Jack Bastian tried to resist being the witches’ plaything. Bree and her herd, organized and strong, are a threat the witches can’t tolerate. The unicorns are the only things the witches fear. Bonded to the powerful beasts, she is awed by both their ethereal beauty and their savage grace. Once, Bree West was a scavenger and thief. And unicorns and fugitive humans roam the abandoned wilderness. Werewolves live under the boot of the witches.
Now, the land is fractured between opposing factions. Seventeen years ago, the human realm collided with a magic world.
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