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    Broken Witch Episode Four
    Broken Witch Episode Four
    Broken Witch Episode Four
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    Broken Witch Episode Four

    By Odette C. Bell

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    Serena succumbs to Jake’s spell. Like a lamb to the slaughter, she follows Xavier.
    But this lamb has no intention of dying yet. As the city goes to hell and Xavier rises to control all, Serena is forced to embrace her magic, her past, and her future.
    ....
    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 Four today and soar free with an Odette C. Bell series.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOdette C. Bell
    Release dateSep 29, 2018
    ISBN9781370331826
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      Broken Witch Episode Four - Odette C. Bell

      Chapter 1

      Serena

      I woke standing in the fire escape, my face to the wall. I say I woke standing, because all of a sudden, my consciousness slammed back into my mind as if someone had catapulted it there.

      It took several blinking seconds of confusion to appreciate where I was, the fact I was up bright, and the sound of footsteps quickly rushing down the stairwell behind me.

      What… I tried, but I simply couldn’t put into words the confusion swamping me from every direction.

      I took a sudden, adrenaline-filled breath, but it seemed like more of an artifact, rather than a genuine response to danger. A memory of a time I’d been in trouble, and nothing more.

      Because the stairwell around me was quiet, and the more I thought about it, the more I appreciated there was nothing to be scared of.

      Where… where am I and what am I doing? Those quiet words seemed to stir a memory within me, and as I ticked my gaze to the side, finally pulling it off the drab concrete wall in front of me, I saw the writing on the fire escape door to my left. It said the word penthouse in perfectly painted vivid blue.

      … Penthouse, I managed under my breath. Then I brought my fingers up and clicked them as if I was some quaint cartoon character and not a grown woman who’d woken standing in a damn stairwell. That’s right, I’m here with Jake, aren’t I? I’m in Xavier’s penthouse. As I said that, it was almost as if I was testing myself to see what my reaction was. A part of me – a tiny, small, faraway part that was too distant to reach for felt like it would be scared at that admission. The rest of me?

      I shook my head. I brought my hand up, clamped it against my chin, and pressed my fingers in. This has to be the effects of my amnesia, doesn’t it? Dammit, I probably shouldn’t have come to work today. I better call Jake and tell him— I shoved a hand into my pocket only to find that my phone wasn’t there.

      I had the stupidest memory of throwing it at something, but then I realized it was far more likely that I’d left it in Xavier’s office.

      That’s right, I’d been in Xavier’s office. I left for some reason. Perhaps I’d wandered off to go to the bathroom, ended up in the stairwell, and then just… broken down and stared at the wall like a malfunctioning robot.

      Though all I wanted to do was run from this embarrassing situation, I found my legs turning toward the door that led back to the penthouse apartment, and not down toward the stairs and safety.

      I didn’t even hesitate as I opened the door and walked out.

      There was Xavier and a whole host of large, muscled men who had to be plainclothes security.

      Though several of them jolted toward me threateningly as I pushed the door open, Xavier ticked a finger toward them, his gaze instantly focusing on my confused expression. Are you all right… Miss Sanders?

      I brought a hand up, planted the base of my palm against my forehead, and let my fingers drag down my temple. The move must’ve made me look mad and undone, but fortunately Xavier didn’t take that as a reason to set his guards on me. Instead, the tiniest crinkled smile shifted his lips half a millimeter up. Are you all right, Miss Sanders? he asked again with a strange note in his voice.

      I went to nod, but I shook my head. Sorry, I think I must’ve wandered off when looking for the bathroom, I said, words jumbling as I pushed out my excuse. I got amnesia recently. The doctors said there’d be after effects, I think, I added.

      Xavier smiled. There was something all-encompassing about that smile. It was the kind of smile you would give if you’d just had the greatest news of your life, and not the polite move of somebody accepting your excuse. Would you like to finish where we left off? He gestured with a simple move of his hand down the corridor.

      I think I lost my phone—

      Xavier pushed a hand into his pocket and brought it out. You left it in my office, he said clearly, every word ringing with simple power. If you don’t know what I mean by simple power… I don’t know what I mean, either. I didn’t quite seem to have the vocabulary to put into words just how… clear and trustworthy his voice was. It made it easy for me to walk over to him, hold a hand out, and wait until he pressed my phone into my palm.

      He turned on his foot, angled his shoulder forward, and smiled one last time. Just this way.

      Though I was confused, I hadn’t lost all of my police senses, and I appreciated that Xavier’s plainclothes guards weren’t quite ready to step down yet. Each and every one of them looked as if they knew how to handle themselves, and each and every one of them was looking at me as if I was about to do a runner for some reason.

      Appreciating that this was Xavier Knights, and I couldn’t afford an embarrassing incident, in case it got back to Jake and the rest of the police force, I quickly walked close to Xavier, clasped my hands behind my back, and tried to make myself look small and obedient.

      … A part of me didn’t like that word – obedient – but that part didn’t intervene. Even as Xavier walked me back into his office, gestured for me to sit down, then walked out and shared several quick utterances with his guards. When he walked in, I swear I heard a click as if he locked the door.

      He sat down at his desk, flattened one hand on the leather insert, then pressed his fingers over the other. He smiled, and that smile… it made me want to slap the bastard, a part of me whispered in my mind, but that part, as ever, was as quiet as the murmur of a gentle wind.

      I sat patiently, my phone secured in my hand, my fingers brushing the smooth metal. Sorry about this. Jake really shouldn’t have left me, considering my condition. I think maybe I should go back to the hospital—

      I have medical facilities here. In fact I have a doctor on call just down the corridor. Would you like to see him?

      You do? Thanks so much, I said innocently. I… I couldn’t quite describe the strange dulled feelings pushing through me. Though on the face of it I appreciated what gullibility was, and I thought I still retained my critical faculties – in practice, it felt like they were being held back by chains. It felt like even if Xavier told me he had a hospital down the corridor filled with the greatest doctors in the world, I’d just smile and say that was great.

      I brought up a hand again, grinding the base of it into my temple, really gripping my hairline with my fingers this time as if I wanted to pull my fringe out.

      Yes, let’s go see them sooner rather than later. Amnesia cases can be tricky.

      Are you a doctor? I asked. There wasn’t a hint of sarcasm in my tone. It was as if I actually thought it could be a possibility.

      I sounded like a kid. I couldn’t stop myself. Every time a part of me tried to point out how ludicrous it was that I was behaving like this, that part was quickly put to sleep.

      I’m many things, Xavier answered as he rose. He planted both hands on the edge of his desk, then shifted quietly and slowly around it. I got two images from seemingly two different parts of me. One was of a lion’s slowly rising to track prey across the Savannah. The other was just an ordinary man.

      I couldn’t reconcile those two images, so I just dug my fingers harder into my hairline.

      Let’s be more careful, this time, Xavier said as he reached a hand out to me.

      I looked at it, and for the first time since I’d walked in a daze out of that fire escape, I actually frowned.

      Xavier didn’t let me frown for too long. He plucked the hand I was using to dig through my temple off my head, and wrapped his fingers around it.

      I went to shiver. I stopped halfway through. If I’d thought I’d been operating under a blanket before, with all of my critical faculties too far to reach, as Xavier’s fingers wrapped around mine, that effect became tenfold.

      Stand up, Miss Sanders.

      I stood.

      Come with me.

      Okay.

      He led me out of his office to a door on the opposite side.

      Had it been there when we walked in? I don’t remember seeing it, but it must’ve been there. Things can’t just appear without reason, after all.

      … Except they can appear, the tiniest part of my mind pointed out. Because this world is full of magic, and in a world full of magic, you can never trust your eyes, your ears, or your feelings.

      That point was washed away, completely forgotten as if someone had erased it from my mind by the time we reached the door.

      Xavier opened it and led me out.

      He didn’t close the door behind him. It closed itself, and with a click, it locked.

      That didn’t bother me. Nothing bothered me.

      I turned my head to the side, and I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the massive plateglass windows that lined the wall.

      The view is stunning, isn’t it? You can virtually command Mag City from up here, Xavier pointed out, his voice lowering with sincerity.

      It took me a while to be able to see past my reflection to the city beyond. I gave a noncommittal, Hmm. Then I returned my attention to my reflection.

      There was… something about it. Something about my deadened gaze, my largened pupils, my completely slack cheeks. Something about the fact I looked as if someone had wiped my memory.

      But beyond that? Something about staring at my reflection in the mirror, something important, something….

      Xavier tightened his fingers around mine the further down the corridor we got. He was looking at me carefully, too, as if he expected I would do something.

      There was nothing I could do. It seemed to be a task to put one foot in front of the other, let alone run.

      Run?

      Why would I run?

      How did you find those proxy nets?

      Proxy nets?

      I forgot, you have amnesia, don’t you? So let me assist you, he said, his voice so strange. It didn’t sound like a voice anymore. It sounded like a hand, if that made any sense. One designed to shift through my ears, reach into my brain, and plucked out something hidden.

      I don’t remember, because I have amnesia, I said with all the innocence of a child reciting their name. But I found the proxy spells by accident. I came across one on the roof of the factory when I was chasing a witch.

      As I repeated that, I didn’t even begin to appreciate that it was a memory, and nor did I appreciate it was mine. It seemed like something private that only Xavier could access through me.

      He nodded. Did you have any help?

      No.

      And it was by accident?

      Yes.

      Xavier was looking at the side of my face. I wasn’t turned toward him. My gaze was still directed at the view, and most importantly, my reflection. It was almost as if I suspected something would rise in my eyes, stare back at me, and….

      You’re not lying, are you? I started to suspect you when you ran before. But perhaps it really was the effects of amnesia. He chuckled. Amnesiac patients make the best candidates.

      It

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