Free Worthless: New adult paranormal romance (Age of Blood Book 2) by May Sage

roof, it started disintegrating it so quickly half of the tower was gone by the time the screams started.
    Witchcraft. This was witchcraft, and, warning or not, there was no way this could come from any clan other than the White’s. He’d never seen that kind of consuming magic before.
    All of a sudden, though, the progression of the destructive force halted. It wasn’t gone, not even slowing down – it was as though something had blocked it at the fifteenth floor; the golden glow was still pushing down so hard it sounded and felt like an earthquake.
    “Fay?” Cecilia said faintly.
    “I don’t know what I’m doing, I swear I don’t know!” she yelled, frantic.
    But she was doing something. Her hands were extended in front of her, palms up, emanating silver white energy.
    Michael had the biggest migraine of his five centuries in the works, but he forced his reluctant sense to peek at her mind.
    He froze, not exactly sure whether what he read was a great thing, or a frightening one.
    “You aren’t doing anything. The White Witch is using you as her conduit.”
    He could hear her voice murmuring spells; there were others in the background – every white sister was in on that one.
    Good, you’re listening, he heard clearly.
    The voice shocked him because it sounded… young. Like, middle school kinda young.
    I’m in college, asshole. Look, we aren’t going to be able to hold it forever. Get your people out of there and let us know when you’re clear. You have ten minutes, tops.
    “Who are you?” he asked out loud, ignoring the worried glances of just about everyone around him.
    Lisa White, at your service. Now hurry the fuck up, will ya?
     

 
    Ten
     
    No one had said anything since they’d made it back to the hotel. Michael booked every free room to accommodate those amongst the guests and the live in staff of the Drake Tower who’d made it out alive. Some had to share, but no one had complained. When they made it to their suite, Cecila went right to her room, grabbed some clothes and her toothbrush, to throw them on Michael’s bed, before heading back out and showing their guests to their various spare rooms.
    William and Fay were given her old room, Jessica, Mark, the London delegation, and some other people she didn’t know took the rest.
    The reason why no Drake was saying a word was because Charlotte wasn’t amongst them.
    When the commotion had dialed down, they were sitting in the lounge, glass of hard liqueur in hand.
    Michael was the one who broke the heavy silence.
    “No harm in being fashionably late, she used to say.”
    William chuckled, holding his glass up in salute, while Fay and Cece stared, shocked.
    “When you’ve seen as many lives end as we have, you learn that the best way to go is to celebrate what you’ve shared,” Michael told them, holding his hand up towards her.
    Cece didn’t hesitate, and as well as taking it, she got up to launch herself on his lap, burying her head in his chest.
    She didn’t have the right to sniffle if they didn’t, but damn, it hurt. Charlotte had been the first stranger who’d ever looked at her like she was normal – just as Michael did.
    He ruined her resolved by caressing her hair and kissing her cheek. She couldn’t help the flood after that.
    “We have to find those who are responsible for this and make them pay,” she told him. 
    “Yes, quite.”
    There was something she didn’t expect in his tone. Some reluctance. Didn’t he want to do it?
    Curiosity got her to look up. Michael and William had the same look in their eyes, yearning for blood, but there was no denying that neither of them seemed particularly eager.
    “What am I missing.”
    It was William who replied.
    “What happened today was an attack from witches; an uprising, if you would. And there is practically nothing we know about witches; any mortal around us could be a witch. If they block it out of their minds, Michael can’t spot it. Adrian has some contacts, but