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    Broken Witch Episode Three
    Broken Witch Episode Three
    Broken Witch Episode Three
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    Broken Witch Episode Three

    By Odette C. Bell

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    Everything’s going to hell. Xavier is poised to take over Serena’s city, and she can’t do anything to stop him.
    Until she realizes one key thing – she’s not alone. Xavier isn't the only man in Mag City who’s been tracking Serena down. There’s a knight in her corner, and it’s time for him to rise.
    ....
    Broken Witch follows a split witch and her handsome police Sergeant battling through a dark city full of magical crime. If you love your urban fantasies with punchy action, thrilling plots, and a splash of romance, grab Broken Witch Episode Three today and soar free with an Odette C. Bell series.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOdette C. Bell
    Release dateSep 29, 2018
    ISBN9780463032909
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      Broken Witch Episode Three - Odette C. Bell

      Chapter 1

      The ceiling exploded.

      I pumped so much magic into it that it had no option but to break apart like someone chain-sawing a piece of toast.

      I had a moment – a single damn second to see my life flashing in front of my eyes. Then something in me forced me to move.

      In my head, I knew there was no way I could survive this. There was no spell under my belt that could prevent that electrified ceiling from squashing me flat.

      But I had something else in my head too – Serena.

      Just at the last moment as the ceiling pushed toward us – this fatal mass of magic-charged concrete and stone – she cast a spell.

      That’s right – the human within me used magic.

      I felt it rush up through my body, felt her tongue move in my mouth as it whispered unknown words. And as a chunk of ceiling rained down on us – large enough to kill an elephant – we sank. Right through the floor.

      At one point we stood there. The next, we disappeared beneath the rubble.

      The spell protected us from being flattened. There was a problem, though – a big one.

      There was nothing underneath this room but dirt.

      Don’t ask me how Serena gathered the strength and magic to cast that spell, but as we sunk under the surface of the floor, her magic started to ebb.

      Dirt forced its way into my mouth as the charges of her spell disappeared over our flesh and into the unrelenting press of earth around us.

      I had a moment for my eyes to widen as I realized I was about to be buried alive.

      Then I fought back.

      I balled my hands into fists and cast the only spell I could as my mouth filled with musty dirt. A single word – it propelled me up and out of the floor like a jet ski.

      The next thing I knew, I landed on rubble as dust and grit continued to hail down from the ceiling above.

      Instantly, my face became grey with the stuff, my short hair sticking to my head as sweat and dust plastered me.

      … It took me a full five seconds to realize Serena had saved us. By sinking us through the floor at the last moment, she’d stopped us from being flattened. And I’d done the rest.

      … Us. As I reluctantly rose, my heavy boots scattering the stones beneath me, my stomach clenched.

      I kept thinking of Serena and me as us. But there was no us. There was only one body.

      And yet—

      We have to get out of here and head to the town hall, Serena whispered, barely bothering to let her words echo out and rather letting them press firmly against my lips so I could pick up what she was saying.

      I might not have been squished by thousands of tons of rock and dirt, but my head was still ringing from the effects of Serena’s magic.

      How… how did you cast that spell? I managed.

      There was a pause. I don’t know. It just happened.

      You knew the word – it didn’t just happen. That was a real spell. Where did you learn it? Insistence punched through my throat, tightening my neck and chest muscles until they felt like they were a fist I was clenching as tightly as I possibly could.

      Serena didn’t seem to know how to answer.

      And why should she? She was the human, remember?

      But if she was human, why was she casting magic?

      As my life and everything I thought I knew about myself started to crumble down around me in time with the rubble falling from above, I walked forward.

      I wasn’t the only witch to have survived the attack.

      More and more of them were pulling themselves out from under the rubble.

      Though all of them looked too dazed to recognize me and remember I’d been the one to attack the roof, I didn’t take any chances. I changed my appearance, making it as generic as I could so it wouldn’t stand out. I just hoped there’d been so many witches in here that not everyone had known each other.

      As I picked my way over the rubble, I realized I needed a plan.

      I’d disrupted Xavier’s attack, but his intended assassination of the Mayor was presumably still underway.

      I brought up my watch, dragging the dust marked face across my jacket as I stared at the time.

      I had 10 minutes. 10 minutes to get to City Hall. 10 minutes to save everyone.

      I pushed forward faster, skidding down a large section of broken concrete just as I watched a group of 20 or so witches assembling at the door to the room.

      One of them was on the phone.

      I could guess who they were speaking with.

      I grit my teeth, forced myself to stagger as if I was barely alive, and tried to head past them.

      That’s when one of them grabbed me by the arm. The move was snapped, and as he leaned forward and wrapped his stiff fingers over the crook of my elbow, my stomach jolted with fear.

      I waited to be attacked.

      The guy didn’t sink a magic-covered hand into my jaw, though. He nodded once as he appeared to assess my condition. You look fine. Go help with excavating the other witches. Xavier’s still going to go ahead with the attack on the police station. All men who can will help.

      I stopped myself from blinking and staring up into his face with fear and shock.

      … Attack on the police station? But they were meant to attack the Mayor, right?

      Hey, pull yourself out of it. We’ve got work to do. There’s no way Xavier’s going to give up the fight. He wanted this day to be the beginning of the war, and it still will be.

      So much fear punched through me at the guy’s words, it took Serena to hold me up.

      I was meant to be the strong one, but I could appreciate something as I stared into this bastard’s eyes that Serena could not.

      Every one of these witches was mad. They were cruel. They were vicious. And they were going to bring that undiluted hatred and violence right to the doorstep of the police station.

      … Unless I could do something about it.

      I forced myself to stand. What about City Hall?

      The attack is almost underway. But it’s only the first course. Now help save people. Dig out anyone you can. You’ve got five minutes. If it takes longer – leave them.

      I forced myself to nod as I pulled my arm free from the man’s strong fingers.

      I… a dull buzzing rang in my head. It shook through my skull, up into my teeth, and through my neck.

      I turned and assessed my options to get out of here.

      Though theoretically I could try to take on the 20 strong witches by the door, I would lose. Bringing down the ceiling and barely surviving Serena’s spell had really taken it out of me.

      I staggered over to a section of rubble, knowing that head witch’s eyes were locked on the back of my neck.

      I shifted a knee down, pushed a hand forward, and forced magic to cover my fingers. I kept the light of it low, ensuring its dimmed power wouldn’t raise any suspicion.

      I experimentally blasted through a section of concrete.

      That’s when I saw a phone.

      Right there in front of me.

      Knowing the guy was still staring at me and watching my every move, I hesitated, then swept the phone away.

      Though I burned to pick it up, I couldn’t.

      I swiveled my gaze down to my wrist once more, noting the time.

      I had 8 minutes. 8 minutes until the Mayor was assassinated. If the yield of blast they’d used in the factory murder had been anything like the bomb they’d use tonight, then they’d take down the whole hall.

      Sally would be there.

      Jake would be there.

      My friends….

      As my gaze slid toward the phone again, I didn’t bother to correct myself. You see, Sally and Jake weren’t my friends; they were Serena’s.

      But the wall between us was continuing to fracture.

      I hit another section of concrete and was surprised when I actually saw a witch beneath. The guy was covered in jets of blue-black magic. As I pulled the concrete off him, he roused.

      Go over there, I said as I jammed a thumb in the direction of the other witches.

      The big guy was disoriented, and as he stood, he staggered to the side, his massive boots almost crushing his phone.

      I grabbed a hand onto his leg, holding him in place with my magic.

      And that gave Serena all the time she needed to push out my other hand and snatch up the phone.

      How she could control part of my body while I was still in it, I didn’t know.

      I didn’t question, either. I managed to hide a smile as I shoved the phone into my pocket, a thrill of hope powering through me as my rough thumb ran over the smooth case.

      I shifted forward, getting further away from the witches at the door and keeping my back to them as I got down on my knees again.

      With one hand, I concentrated on breaking apart more concrete. With my other, I drew the phone surreptitiously out of my pocket.

      There was only one person I could text.

      Jake.

      Did I know his number off-by-heart?

      Yes.

      Serena’s fingers knew just what to do as they flew over the phone, always angling it close to us so the light didn’t bleed out and alert anyone.

      With my other hand, I continued to dig and scrabble at the concrete, ineffectively shifting it around but still keeping up the guise that I was doing my job.

      My stomach twisted, knotted, tumbled with unholy nerves.

      This was fear. This was true fear.

      And I wasn’t feeling it for myself – it was for other people.

      My whole life I’d only had to care about one other person. Now, through Serena, she was forcing me to look out for more.

      As soon as Serena finished her desperate text, she shoved the phone back in my pocket. She’s stupidly left her own phone back at the apartment when she’d started to go insane. Even if she had it, it would be better to use a phone that couldn’t be traced back to her.

      Then, god, then she did the weirdest thing. She brought up that same hand and thumbed my cheek. You see, there was a single tear trickling down it, tracing through the mud, dust, and grime as it trailed over my jaw and splashed onto my collar.

      … I hadn’t even known I was crying.

      Heck, I hadn’t even known I could cry.

      Another minute passed, and the main witch finally grumbled for us to stop and regroup. His pounding voice shook through the room with the kind of ease that suggested that explosion hadn’t affected him at all.

      Which made him how strong, exactly?

      I’d only survived that through luck. But as I looked around me and counted how many witches had survived, I realized I’d barely made a dent in their forces.

      Gnawing fear ate at my gut and made me tremble as I stood, gaze darting over all these witches and coming to one final conclusion.

      There was nothing I could possibly do to stop them.

      Once upon a time I might have felt like I was the strongest witch in all of Mag City, but it had never been anything more than a lie.

      We move out now, the main witch rumbled as he brought up a hand and squeezed it slowly into a fist. He banged it once against his chest, then again, and each time a pulse of magic darted through the twisting dragon tat climbing his left arm. He’d already ripped his sleeve off, and it hung loosely over his

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