Free Burkheart Witch Saga Book 3 by Christine Sutton Page A

If you don't, I will not kill you, but I will definitely make you wish you were dead. You'll be begging me to stake you, do you get me?"
    "Okay, okay. You drive a hard bargain. No need to get all crazy on me, I was just trying to establish some trust here."
    "Don't we need to go inside?" Doc asked her as Logan got into the car.
    "That can wait. I think we may be able to do more good at the gravesite."
    "What do you know, Kayla?"
    "It seems like very little at the moment. I just have a feeling."
    "Well, your feelings have rarely steered you wrong. Let's go into the woods."
    Kayla and Doc got back in the car and turned to look in the backseat. Logan was sandwiched in between Gus and Mooney, who were giving him their best intimidating looks. He started the car and drove off toward the woods.
    "So, you guys are witches, huh?" Logan asked.
    The two did not reply.
    "Cool, cool. I'm a vampire. Not by choice, ya know. I was turned like 50 years ago. It was hard at first, but…"
    "What are we, girlfriends?" Gus interrupted.
    "Wow. I was just trying to make conversation. It's called being polite. Man, I thought witches were supposed to be nice. I guess that's some fairy tale crap," Logan mumbled, sounding wounded.
    "So sorry if I offended your delicate sensibilities."
    "Geez, you guys are touchy."
    "You wanna see touchy…"
    "Gus," Mooney admonished.
    "Okay, okay," Gus settled back into his seat, crossing his arms.
    The group drove in silence until they were out of town, trees and night sky being all they could see. After another fifteen minutes of driving, Logan indicated that they should pull over into a small inlet off the road.
    As Logan emerged from the car, Kayla stepped out and once again grabbed the vamp by the throat. He struggled to free himself from her grip, but it was no use.
    "What the hell are you doing?" He gasped.
    "Where is she?"
    "Where is who?"
    "Carolyn. I know you know where she is."
    "I don't deal with that crazy bitch anymore. Isn't she dead, anyway?"
    Kayla dropped the struggling vamp and turned back to Doc.
    "She's close. I can feel her. It feels like death."
    "Well, let's find her then. I suggest you lead the way, vampire."
    "I told you, I don't know where she is!"
    Mooney stepped forward and raised his hand.
    "Enough of this crap. Tell us now or you'll be sorry, bloodsucker."
    "What are you gonna do to me, midget?" Logan snarled.
    Mooney gripped his hand into a fist and Logan clutched his throat.
    "First of all, do not call me a midget. Secondly, I will crush your skull like an over-ripe melon unless you start spilling the beans, you pasty, bloodsucking piece of shit."
    Logan gripped his skull as the pressure began to build. He screamed out, and when he looked up at the group, his eyes had begun to leak blood and his fangs protruded from between his lips.
    "Stop it, stop it! I'll talk!"
    Mooney lowered his hand and Logan released a heavy sigh.
    "Talk."
    "Holy shit. You pack a good punch for a midg… I mean a little person." He rose to his feet, slowly shaking off the pain.
    "So, where is she?" Gus asked.
    "It's gonna be a hike. I told you it was dee-eep in the woods."
    "Then you had better start walking," Kayla said as she pushed Logan to move forward.
    "All right, all right. Geez, you guys are all super touchy. Maybe try decaf or do some yoga."
    "Shut up and walk."

12
    G race sat on the sofa , fidgeting like a criminal awaiting the first day of trial.
    "What are they doing? What the hell is taking so long?"
    "I'm sure they are fine, honey," Daisy said as she wiped her nose and patted Grace's knee.
    "This is all my fault, Daisy. If I had never made that wish, none of this would be happening."
    "You know that is not true, Grace," Joy interjected as she sat down by her side.
    Jorek walked over to the window and squinted his eyes, trying to see something in the distance.
    "What is it, Jorek?"
    "Princess, I fear something is coming. We need to prepare ourselves."
    "What's coming?"
    "I do not know, but