Jack/Joshua
“I do not like this,” he growled.
“I do not like it either,” Brenna whispered and with his arm already around her, he pulled her closer.
“Trust us,” the Scot he did not know but still did, assured.
Joshua stopped at the door to the outside that was in the kitchen and locked eyes with the Scot. “My wife and I should be with our children.”
“We have to lure him out there and we also have to lure her to the children.” The Scot got close and his voice dipped low. “We’ll no’ steer you wrong, lad. Trust us.”
Joshua held his eyes but he already knew, though he didn’t, that he could.
Without time to unravel it, he nodded, turned to the pegs by the door and snatched up a rain slicker. He helped his wife into it then he turned her to face him and settled his hands at her neck.
“All will be well, my love,” he whispered.
“I hope so,” she whispered back.
He bent his head to touch his lips to hers, gave her neck a reassuring squeeze then he turned and led her into the stormy night with three men following.
The Other
She opened the door and saw the candlelight immediately just as she smelled the incense.
And she also instantly spied the children huddling together in the middle of the room.
The little girl let out a short, stifled scream before she turned her face into the boy’s neck and she watched the boy’s arms tighten around his sister as he stared at her defiantly.
She grinned her manic grin as she entered the room.
She got four feet in, noting the children didn’t retreat right before the doors swung shut behind her and five women jumped her.
She struggled but only briefly.
She’d long since learned when to give up a fight.
Joy and Rachel
Holding down one of the flailing woman’s legs, Joy turned her head to Rachel who was holding down the other one and whispered, “You didn’t have to pull her hair.”
Rachel looked to her friend. “Yeah I did.”
Joy fought back a grin, considering it might be rude, and continued, “Well, then you didn’t have to pull it so hard.”
“That’s debatable,” Rachel muttered and shifted aside but kept hold on the leg that Lorna had moved toward in order to tie it down.
“By the way,” Joy began and Rachel looked back at her, “have I told you your dress is lovely?”
Rachel grinned a big grin. “Hey, thanks. Belle designed it. And, also by the way, yours is too.”
“Bloody hell,” Lorna muttered, yanked the rope tight and the woman cried out.
Joy bit her lip but it was in another effort to try not to grin.
Rachel didn’t bother.
She just smiled.
Belle/Brenna
Arms tight around each other, they stood together on the cliff, the lightning and thunder gone, the fog surrounding them, the wind whipping at their hair and clothing.
“We must go home,” she whispered into his neck, pressing deeper and his arms got tighter.
“When this is done, we’ll get the children and go home,” Joshua whispered back.
“I’ve missed them.” Her voice was a throb and his arms got even tighter.
“And I too,” he murmured but the low sound was harsh.
Her head tipped back and she caught his beautiful, striking green eyes. Eyes Joshua Bennett shared down the line with his heir, James. “I’ve missed you too, my beloved.”
One of his hands came up to cup her jaw and his face dipped close, his voice was low and rumbly when he replied, “And I you, my love.”
Before he could do what she knew he was about to do, what she loved, what he did so very frequently in their time together, touch his mouth to hers, she felt him.
Joshua did too for the pads of his fingers tensed into her skin, his eyes narrowed angrily and his head came up.
She turned in the circle of her husband’s arms and watched as the figure formed through the fog.
Her heart clenched, her stomach lurched but her hand itched.
And, not knowing what came over her, she tore free of her husband’s hold, strode forward and, before he could begin to know her intention, she pulled back a hand and slapped her should be dead former husband across his face so hard his head snapped to the side.
His burning eyes slowly came back to her but she did not cower.
“Tonight,” she whispered, “you burn in hell.”
Then she put her hands to his chest and pushed, her feet moving, shoving him back, going with him, straight toward the cliff.
Myrtle and Lewis
Myrtle’s head snapped up and her eyes found Lewis’s.
“Momma,” she whispered.
“Poppa,” he whispered back.
The witch spirit tore free of the woman arched on the divan keening a mighty, frightening keen, and it exploded in bright white sparks that flew all over the room.
The children didn’t see it.
They were racing to the door.
Racing to their parents.
Racing to the cliff.
Lachlan
“Belle! Brenna! Whoever the fuck! Stop fighting!” Lachlan gritted in her ear as he struggled to keep hold of the madly fighting woman in his arms as the clash of Bennett and Caldwell played out on the edge of the cliff with two German Shepherds barking their encouragement.
“Let me go!” she cried, wrenching her body sharply but he held on.
“Guide him to the cliff, lad! Throw him over!” Angus boomed, he and Jensen both circling the combatants, keeping the arena small, shoving Caldwell back toward Bennett’s fists anytime he tried to escape.
“I’m…” Bennett grunted on a punch landed on Caldwell’s jaw. His fist curled in Caldwell’s shirt jerked Caldwell straight again and he went on in a grunt, “Having…” and he landed another brutal blow, this time on Caldwell’s cheekbone. “Fun!” he finished, delivered another vicious strike, Caldwell’s legs gave out from under him and Bennett let him crash to the ground.
“Dude, seriously, it’s cold, raining and I’m hungry and wearin’ this fuckin’ stupid suit. Can you just throw him over the cliff so we can get inside and I can fuckin’ eat?” Jensen requested just as Bennett pulled back his leg and landed a powerful kick to the prone man’s gut.
“Not done,” he replied.
“Laddie, your woman is also out in the cold and rain and hasn’t had dinner,” Angus reminded Bennett and Bennett’s head came up, his eyes going to Belle.
“Are you all right, poppet?” he asked considerately.
“Keep going,” she encouraged.
“Fuck me,” Lach muttered.
Bennett landed another kick.
“Momma! Poppa!” The cries carried through the night then the two children formed out of the fog, racing toward Belle.
Lach let her go so she could crouch, arms wide, and both of them slammed into her body. Her frame rocked with their colliding weight but her arms curled around the children and she stayed strong.
“It’s all right, my sweetlings. Everything is fine. Poppa is taking care of the bad man and then everything will be fine,” she assured them as Lorna, Cassandra, Lila, Rachel and Joy raced after the children and stopped at the cliff.
“The witch?” Bennett asked sharply, turning away from Caldwell who was prone and groaning on the cliff edge.
“Well, the bitch witch, dispelled and sent to hell,” Cassandra started her update. “The just plain bitch, tied to the divan in the drawing room and I zapped her with a sleeping spell so she’ll wake up, hmm… I’m guessing… Wednesday.”