Loving A Witch Is Totally Foolish (Total Chaos #2)
Prologue
VALEN
Hard, unforgiving stone presses against my face. Arms I could normally break free of hold me down with infuriating ease. I struggle against them, but they have witchcraft at play, keeping me immobile. Someone shoves my face down harder, and I spit at the dirt that touches my lips.
In all my years, I have never felt fear as acutely as I do now.
“I’d tell you to stop, but watching you struggle is entertaining,” a deep voice croons in amusement. A second later boots stop in my line of vision, and I assume it is the man who spoke. I fight to get a glimpse of his face but cannot.
“I will kill you,” I spit out, knowing the words fall flat in my current predicament. I am at their mercy.
“I don’t think so,” he laughs, and I continue to fight with everything I have.
I must escape to keep looking for her. My sister … I need to know if she is truly gone.
“Please, tell me what you want me to do so I can leave,” a feminine voice says from somewhere behind me. Her tone sounds as desperate as mine. She clearly does not want to be here. “You promised you’d let me go and leave my children alone.”
The witch.
The shoes leave my sight, and I squirm helplessly like a caught fish as I try to see him or my surroundings once more.
“Chain this vampire to me,” he answers with glee. “Use your magic to make him belong to me and only me.”
“Why?” she asks with a shocking amount of bravery steeling her voice.
“Because,” the male voice drawls slowly, “I need him. A creature like him … no illness, no death? There’s so much that can be done with that. Power to be had.”
I heave as much as I can, knowing that now is my final chance to break free, but my strength is no match for the numerous hands holding me down.
“No,” I breathe out and use the last of my waning strength to fight back to no avail. “Please. Do not do this.”
Delicate footsteps echo through the room, and I feel a tear slip out as blackness creeps into my vision. Soft, cool fingertips grasp both sides of my head with unexpected gentleness, and I spy a cloud of purple around the wrists.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispers. “He’ll kill my family—our entire line, if I do not do this. Forgive me, I beg of you.” Her fingers shake against the sides of my skull. “Find your true love and you will be free.”
Before I can process what is happening, I say a silent prayer to the powers that be and slip away as pain contorts my body.