Page 119 of A Rebel Witch
My totem lit up brighter than ever, the stone growing warm against my chest as my ancestor’s magic assisted. Time came closer to hover before me, waiting to do my bidding, and oddly enough, I knew exactly what I needed to do.
Please let this work,I thought as Ishtar launched into the air, her arms outstretched in my direction.
I molded the warping energies together with time and flung the ball of magic behind me. They landed on the ground next to Alex, and opened a warphole that expanded to gobble him up. He fell through with a yelp. The crimson magic that had been flowing out of him—still attacking demons left and right—disappeared.
“What the shit!” Eva spun from her attack position to face me. I shoved her toward the warphole.
“Go! Escape!”I yelled just as Ishtar loosed a horrible screech.
Eva snapped to attention, grabbed Hunter’s hand, and jumped through the hole.
“Diana! Move! Now!” I screamed.
The headmistress’s daughter shot me a desperate look.
“Now!” I repeated, my teeth grinding down on each other from the exertion. Even if Morgan’s magic was doing most of the work, I was working harder than I ever had before. And I couldn’t control something as powerful as Morgan’s magic for forever. No . . . I wasn’t that strong. I was just Odie, a girl who was fading fast.
“I’ll follow,” I insisted.
Diana gave a single nod and dove through the hole. As soon as she disappeared, I twirled toward the warphole.
Ishtar was so close that her wings beat the air at my back. I swallowed down a lump in my throat, took a few running steps, and leapt.
Heat and cold engulfed me as I hit the warphole and slipped through time.
Epilogue
The scent of sage and crushed berries filled my nostrils as my eyelids fluttered open.
My gaze locked on a woman across the room. She was swaying and singing, her red hair as vibrant as the fuchsia magic that swirled around her, doing her bidding.
Fuchsia.
Where was I?
As if she could hear my thoughts, the woman whirled around and caught my eyes. Then, she smiled.
“You’re up! I’m so glad you survived the timewalking. Merlin will be pleased as well. It’s a good omen for your friends.”
Merlin . . .
Memories of paintings and drawings of this woman filtered through my mind, and recognition crashed down upon me.My heart clenched, unable to believe it although it was definitely true.
I knew this woman. I’d seen her before, heard her voice. Felt her power run through me and save my life.
I was in the home of my ancestor, Morgan Le Fay.
