Rowena's Revenge (Broadus Supernatural Society) by Theresa Marguerite Hewitt

fight had, but I
shake it off and the road comes into view. The black haze rolling over the
bright white snow lets me know it’s a Warlock we’re dealing with and Blaine
growls, swinging his arms around in the air to try and dissipate the annoying
clouds.
    A black cloak wearing man has my Rowena by the throat,
holding her off the ground in front of the Landrover I had specifically told her to stay inside of. I lose all sight of myself and I
can feel my real nature, my denied Elvin Prince, spring to life at the thought
of losing my mate a second time around and I snap, racing right for the form
choking the life from her. I can hear her struggling for breath, her legs
kicking at the man’s chest as his laughs fill the air, and I aim for his waist,
my shoulder connecting with his hip and forcing him down.
    He grunts against my hold and filters through my arms as I
fall to the ice covered pavement, his feet reappearing right before my face and
I look up, the rage and anger still fresh in my veins. I know this face, I think to myself as I see his orange, glowing eyes and the black scrolling tattoo
covering the left cheek up into the forehead. His dark hair is disheveled
beneath the heavy hood, and I see the blue flames sparking from his fingers as
he brushes the strands from his vision.
    “Penton,” he smiles at me, brushing his hands together and
over his shirt to get rid of the snow. “Well, isn’t it nice to see you after,
what, three hundred years?”
    “Who?” I start to say, and then I
remember his face, especially the glowing orange of his eyes and I jump to my
feet. “ Cearbhall ?”
    “Ah, so you do remember me? Good. Now you’ll know who to
curse when you mourn you’re missing mate.” I go to lunge at him, but stop when
I hear a car engine roaring to life and heading my way. I jump back, spotting
the smug smirk on Cearbhall’s lips right before the
front end of the Landrover rams into him, sending him
to the pavement as the front tires roll over him.
    “Get the fuck in!” Blaine shouts, leaning from the driver’s
seat and swinging the passenger door open. I don’t hesitate, and leap into the
vehicle, pulling the door shut as he speeds away and the back tires thump over
the fallen Warlock.
    “Who the hell was that?” he asks, his fear filling the cab
as fast as the cooled air from the still warming heater.
    “That was really, really bad news,” is all I say,
looking into the back seat and spotting my shivering mate. She needs me, and I
need her. I need to hold her to make sure she is still here. To make sure he
hadn’t gotten to her in the split second he was with her, and I crawl between
the front seats, pulling Rowena onto my lap as I settle in the middle of the
bench seat.
    I can sense his eyes on me, the hazel color reflecting the
sunlight in his stare from the rearview mirror, but I’m not in the mood to
talk. I pull Row’s face close to mine and kiss her cheek, brushing the hair
from her eyes and tucking her legs up close to her body to try and warm her. I
can’t let anything happen to her. I’ve waited hundreds of years for her, and
I’m not letting anyone take her away.
    Not again.
     
     
     
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    Cearbhall
     
     
    As I hear the roaring of the engine as the blasted vehicle
that ran me over speeds off, I can’t help but groan at how sore I am going to
be after this. Damn Penton and his mutt of a companion.
    “Sir?” The familiar, pathetic,
whine of a voice comes from my right and I sit up, still in the middle of the
cursed road in this hellish little corner of the wilderness known as Maine.
    “I am okay, Gandion .” I slowly
stand, brushing the snow from my cloak and hair. I look to my servant and see
his lazy eye wandering off toward the direction Penton took off with my prize,
and I snap my fingers in his face, gaining his attention.
    “Why don’t we just go after them like we do anyone else you
want, Sir? Use our magic to track them and capture them?”
    I sigh and