The Accidental End by Gemma Perfect (The Accidental Witch Trilogy Book 3)
English | 2020 | Fantasy | ePUB | 2.7 MB
Gemma lives in Wales with her husband Craig and their three boys, Sam, Corey and Oliver. She is happiest when writing, day dreaming and eating smelly blue cheese.
Witches always win in a fair fight, but not everybody fights fair ★
Killing the witch who instigated the rebel war is easy enough, but will it prove as easy to vanquish the demons, placate the council and round up the remaining trouble makers?
Ellis and Fletcher are a team now determined to end the war and bring peace to the supernatural community. To finish the task Fletcher’s dad was determined to carry out and give the supernatural creatures their autonomy back, allowing the creatures to live in harmony again.
But when Ellis sacrifices herself to save Fletcher and everybody else, and an earth shattering betrayal alters everything, is it the end for Ellis, or a new beginning?
Magic always wins in a fair fight. I know they keep repeating it, like some sort of mantra, but even as I hear it, it sounds hollow to me.
I’m in so much pain. My wrist, though mended, is sore, and my ribs hurt. Every breath is a sharp pain that reminds me how close I came to dying tonight.
I’m done. I just want to go home. I miss normal. I miss boring. I miss my mum, and dad, and Isaac. I miss my dead people.
Fletcher takes my good hand and leads me upstairs. I need a shower, although I’m not sure if I’ll be able to stand. I feel so weak.
I keep getting flashbacks of Efa’s face, the cruel snarl as she kicked me, desperate to hurt me.
What did I ever do?
I feel so sorry for myself. This world of witches and demons and battles to the death isn’t my world. My world is annoying my brother, mourning my best friend’s death, and looking after corpses.
I don’t like Fletcher’s world. I love Fletcher. I really do, but I could live without everybody else.
He sits me on his bed, and I cry out in pain. Moving isn’t helping. I need to be still, but I need to be clean. I need to sleep for a hundred years, like some sad version of Sleeping Beauty. Sleeping broken, bruised and smelly, maybe.
Fletcher stands in front of me, concern making him look even more handsome than normal.
“What can I do?”
I shake my head. I’m too sad to even try to figure it out. “It hurts when I sit, it hurts when I stand, it hurts when I move.”
He leans his head so gently against mine. “I’m so sorry, Ellis. I’ve always felt bad that you’ve been caught up in this, but you nearly died tonight…”
“We all nearly died tonight.”
And in fairness, I didn’t do a lot in this fight we lived through tonight. Everyone protected me, and each one of them fought for me.
I am sobbing now. I feel useless, and helpless, and hopeless. Even at the end, if John hadn’t rescued me, I’d have died without even fighting to live.
“I’m so rubbish. How can a head witch be so rubbish?”
He kisses my head, and I let out a brief moan. Not an ‘in pain’ moan, but an ‘ooh that was nice’ moan.
Way to stay cool, Ellis.
“Ellis, this isn’t meant to be rude, but you’re an accidental head witch. Of course, you can’t do magic or fight like a genuine witch. We learn our magic the way you learned to walk. It’s in us from babies and we know how to harness it.”
“But the fighting? That’s not taught in nursery school, is it?”
“No.” He smiles. “But it’s an extension of our magic. I know instinctively how to kill a demon and nine times out of ten it will work. If it doesn’t work, I can make a fire, or an ice storm, or a hundred other random magical things that might work.”
“I just feel so useless. Every one of you risked your life for me tonight, and every one of you got hurt.”