The Leopard's Witchy Mate - Elle Boon Page 0,2

was dangerous, but the women seemed too wrapped up in fear to notice she was anything but sleeping. She floated through the glass, a sense of freedom filling her as she did so. Merry lay on a table with her arms strapped down at her sides while the doctor read his notes on the computer. Her sister shook her head back and forth, her eyes wild. Noelle wanted to reassure her all would be fine.

She moved in behind him, hate, anger, and fear mixing within her being. His notes were very concise as he listed all the things Merry was and wasn’t.

“You and the others are worthless. There are no anomalies in any of your blood,” he growled.

“I told you we were human,” Merry whimpered.

He tossed his glasses onto the desk. “You were doing a ritual in the sand. I saw all of you dancing around it. I’ve been watching you for years. All of you. You had your hands raised to the moon and you...you glowed.”

Noelle hated to see her sister injured because she’d not protected her, guilt ate at her as Merry’s once white skin appeared raw and red from her head to her toes.

“We were pretending. We’re Wiccan, but not true witches. Not like Noelle. I can help you find other witches, though. My parents know of some,” Merry offered.

There was no way in hell she’d allow Merry to out any other witches. Noelle would kill her and Remdezevier first.

“If that were true, you’d have become friends with them. You and your stupid little whore friends would’ve become friends with real witches instead of pretending to be something you weren’t. You’ve wasted my time and resources.” He shoved up from the desk, nearly touching Noelle’s incorporeal form.

“What’re you going to do with us?” Merry licked her lips, worry beginning to override her greed.

“None of you are of use to me if you’re not magical.” He lifted a syringe.

In that moment, Noelle made the decision to become what she loathed. A killer. As he lifted the syringe filled with what he planned to kill her sister with, she channeled her energy into him, forcing his hand backward.

“What the—” he yelled, hand jerking as the syringe went to his own neck, pressing in.

Merry’s eyes widened, her mouth opened and closed. Noelle didn’t let up on the pressure, her incorporeal body holding his hostage as she made him press the deadly fluid into his own neck. She didn’t stop until every last bit of whatever he had inside the syringe was emptied into him. He began to shake uncontrollable, falling backward. Noelle allowed herself to go back to her body. Energy filling her as she did so.

“We must go,” she told the women. She stood; her legs wobbled beneath her for a moment.

“Here, let me help you.”

“Allison, are you crazy? What if he hurts us for helping her?”

Noelle glared at the one who’d admonished the woman named Allison. “He’s dead. Now, come on. We need to get to Merry and get out of here.” She didn’t know where here was. Heck, she didn’t know how long her strength was going to hold up.

The women all struggled to stand, their poor bodies showing the terrible things done to them.

“How do we get out of here?” Allison asked, moving forward, the others following.

She took a deep breath, drawing on the energy of those around her. Before she’d been taken, Noelle’s parents had told her not to do such things because it was cruel, but now, she needed their energy in order to get them out. The door that had no handle on this side exploded outward. Her sister’s shocked cry was something Noelle would think about later. Right now, she had to get them out and quickly. She moved to the computer Remdezevier had been working on. Her mind took in his work, scanning the information he’d gathered. The images made her stomach heave as she saw her life documented in files.

“What are you doing? Release me this instant,” Merry demanded.

Noelle ignored her as one of the other women worked to free her sister’s arms. Noelle concentrated on getting the information off the computer. She’d not sat idle for ten years; her mind had picked up everything he did. She didn’t know how; it was something she’d always been able to do. Luckily, he had no clue.

“Are you seriously trying to figure out how to use a computer?” Merry grabbed her by the arm, pulling her to face her.

“Don’t do that, Merry.