Chapter Seventy Seven

HECTOR BAYES

I narrowed my eyes at the witch that had stabbed me in the back, the garb-clothed coffee-brown of her form blurring slightly in the fog that had begun to cloud my vision.

“You will pay for this betrayal Jules, in your blood,” I hissed to myself, seeing the faint shape of her full lips opening and closing, her eyes popping open animatedly before I dug my feet into the soil and pushed forward, trying to ignore the stab of pain in my upper chest as I flew towards the woman.

Ma Jules had not expected my attack, because the midnight black of her eyes widened dramatically as a bolt of lightning blazed through the sky, throwing the drawn lines of the Witch’s face in a white overcast seconds before my balled-up fist connected with her jaw, sending her staggering backward.

“I have to give it to you Jules,” I laughed darkly, the sound more like a gurgle as the woman sputtered a gasp, looking up at me and holding the slack belly of her jaw with one arm before her eyes moved behind m