Two men, or two…immortals had stood facing her. Both had had her in their sights and the looks they’d worn hadn’t been pleasant. They’d looked hungry. She’d locked the SUV door and had scooted to the front to lock those as well when the window near her had shattered and rained glass down on her. Someone had gripped her sweater and before she had been able to do more than scream once, they’d pulled her out of the truck. She’d stumbled, but had managed to turn and swing her fist. She’d connected with something fleshy, but the next instant, a fist that had felt like iron had hit her in the temple. The world had spun in flashes of black and white for a frightening second or two, but the SUV had held her up. She’d blinked past the dizziness at three men circling closer. “Don’t fight us, witch. We know you have no power.” Now how did they know that? She shook off the pain and eased along the side of the SUV to the tailgate. No way was anyone tossing her over a hood again.
