Free Blood Vengeance by L.E. Wilson Page A

whined.
    A sound of disbelief burst from Keira, but she didn’t take her eyes from Luukas.
    “Well, there’d really be no sense in it now, would there?” Leeha turned away, disgust at Luukas' lack of endurance written all over her face. “He’s lost consciousness.”
    “I guess not,” he reluctantly agreed. With a sigh, Josiah pulled the torch away and took it back over to the holder on the wall where he’d found it.
    Dropping the spell, Keira rushed over to Luukas’ deathly still form. Running her hands along his face, his chest, his legs, even squatting down to his booted feet, she checked him for any physical damage. But he seemed ok. Even his clothes were intact.
    Thank the gods! Her spell had held.
    She glanced over her shoulder to find Leeha’s eyes on her, a strange expression on her porcelain face.
    Swiping at the tears running down her cheeks, she rose to her full height, and turned to face whatever her punishment would be for her part in all of this.
    Leeha stared at her a moment longer.
    “Wait outside, Josiah.”
    She waited for him to close the door behind him before speaking again. “I returned here tonight to see how you two were faring together, which I see now was much better than I had anticipated; A mistake on my part. I also came to let you know that I will be receiving guests this evening, and so will not be able to visit with my Luukas while I am entertaining. But don’t worry; Josiah will be down to carry on here alone. No harm shall come to him while he is here by himself, witch, is that completely understood?”
    She didn’t wait for a confirmation. “Also, I will need you to drop that cloaking spell tonight.”
    Keira stared in disbelief. “You’re not going to punish me?”
    “Are you not the least bit curious who my guests are?” Leeha smirked.
    Her head was still reeling by everything that had just happened, what the hell did she care who was coming? Unless they were coming to rescue her and Luukas, which she highly doubted.
    But ok , she thought, not knowing what else to say, I’ll bite . “By all means, tell me. Who in their right mind would be coming to visit you?”
    Leeha’s eyes lit up as she told her in a confiding tone. “A very handsome male. He reminds me a lot of my Luukas, only with blonde hair. And he’s bringing a friend with him. A lady friend.” Her brows lowered as she pouted. “I’m not sure what he sees in her, but my eyes in these mountains tell me he’s extremely protective of the girl.”
    As Keira mulled that over, trying to figure out what the significance of these visitors could be, Leeha wandered towards the door to leave, adding as an afterthought, “Oh! Did I mention her name is Emma? And she looks quite a bit like…you.”
    “What?” Keira shook her head in disbelief. “What did you just say?” It couldn’t be possible. It couldn’t be her sister. What the hell would she be doing here?
    “Not quite so defiant now, are we?” The door slammed shut behind Leeha and Keira heard her giggling with Josiah as the lock slammed into place.
    They’d left her there, in the cell, with one dead vampire, and another one who no doubt wished he were.
    Keira stared at the door in a daze. Emma was coming here? It couldn’t be. How the hell would she have found this place? Thanks to her, they were cloaked, hidden from outsiders; A simple spell that most any witch could do. Anyone who happened to come upon it would see nothing but a snow-capped mountain like any other, without so much as a hint that anyone occupied it.
    It was impossible that Emma could have found it.
    Maybe the bitch was lying. Maybe this was her punishment! That had to be it. It was the only reasonable explanation. There was just no way in hell that her little sister could be anywhere near here. She was on the other side of the country in PA, and across the border. She didn’t even have a passport!
    And , Leeha had just shown her one of her sister’s many posters not long ago,