His Enemy, Her Throne

: The Wit

s Point

s dark, with only a little moonlight coming through the window. I grabbed my stake from the table, my hands sweaty. T

angry. One was Veronica's, low and fierce. The other was a girl, soft but mean, like she was

angs out, her gray eyes hard. Across from her was a girl with brown hair and dangerous eyes that glowed like a cat's.

Veronica said, her voice lik

't nice. "My father saw it," she said, stepping closer. "Jaso

as! I gripped my stake, ready to jump in, but Veronica's hand shot up

mile grew. "Jason," she said, her voice sweet

e. "Jason, don't," she said, but I stepped into the light

Sage, my voice shakin

ong, like a trap. "I'm Sage," she said. "My people are witches, and we're dying. No babies, no magic. But you." Sh

y stake raised. "I'm not

han that," she said. "Your blood, your power. it's what we nee

y?" I looked at Veronica, hoping she'd back me

aid, stepping between us.

and the air got heavy, like a storm was coming. A spark of light danced in her

threw the fire, and it hit Veronica's shoulder. She screamed, falling back,

dn't stop. She tackled Sage, pinning her to the floor. Books fe

but she flicked her hand, and the chair flew across the room, smashing int

he pushed Veronica off, and Veronica hit a table, groaning. Sage stood, brushing her

m not going anywhere," I said. My voice w

d dangerous. She charged again, but Sage was ready. She waved her hand, and Veronica froze

he caught my wrist, her grip like iron. Her eyes locked on mine, and my head go

ocking over more books. The fire spread, smoke filling the room. I coughed, my eyes stinging,

go!" I said, coughing. The flames were everywhere now, eatin

she said, her voice cal

an outside, the cold air hitting my face. The house was glowing orange behind us, sm

my head was spinning. Veronica leaned against a tree, her should

ving up," she said. "Sage... she's dangerous. Her p

d, my hands shak

nobody," she said. "Your blood, your strength, it's not huma

that, but you don't tell me anything!" I shouted

figure it out," she said. "But we can't stay

ind us. We both froze. Footsteps crunched, slow and heavy. My

ne. His smile was cold, like a wolf's. Wings-big, black ones, folded behind

angs out. "Lucifer," she whispered, he

night? But he wasn't looking at Veronica. His e

d, his wings spreading wide. "It's t