Intended Series Collection: Books 1-6 by Abigail Grant (most important books to read TXT) 📕

words to push my anger over the edge. I charge Barron at full speed and slam into his chest. The force pushes him backwards out of my cell, and I take the opportunity to run. I don’t care about fighting him, I only want to find Aella and hold her again.

I fly past other closed metal doors, all built into the black stone that surrounds everything. The cold in this place is shocking, considering the tales of hell being a place of fire.

I speed around a sharp corner and come face to face with at least a dozen more demons. Skidding to a stop, I freeze and just wave to the men surrounding me. “Hey, nice place you have here,” I say, before a hard object is slammed into the back of my head, and the world goes dark again.

Chapter 7

I know I’m in a vision. It’s been a while since one of these came along, and I immediately feel that familiar sensation of dread. I’ve only had visions of Kassy in danger, and I can’t bear to see what is happening to her now. The air around me is cold, which is nothing new now that it’s November in Oregon. Everything is dark, except for small fires burning in holes in the walls around me. Speaking of walls, they’re everywhere.

I’m in some sort of long hallway, surrounded with dark rock. It feels like I’m underground somewhere, but I still don’t know where. A man’s deep scream breaks through one of the hard walls and I turn to the sound of it. It’s familiar in some way, but I know I’ve never heard someone scream quite that way before.

A large metal door hangs open on one of the walls, and I can see a dark room inside of it. I gasp at the sight before me. It’s Gavin, my Intended. He is kneeling on the floor with his head hanging in front of him. His arms are tied up with thick brown rope that is mounted to the rock ceiling by metal hooks. Blood drips down his bare chest and he looks to be dead.

I run to his side and touch his cheek, completely in control of my body in this vivid vision. His stubbly face is wet with sweat and bruised from being hit repeatedly. I cry for him and whisper his name, knowing that he won’t hear me.

To my shock, Gavin’s head slowly lifts and he looks directly into my eyes. “Aella,” he says to me, and my mouth drops open.

“Gavin! Am I really here? Come with me!” I try to pull at the ties around his wrist, but he doesn’t budge. He shakes his head weakly and his swollen lips smile at me.

“Aella, this is just a vision. It’s because of the bond. Please listen to me and don’t come here. Please, love.” His sad eyes plead to me, but how can I not come to him when he’s here like this?

“But, Gavin. I love you. I can’t let you just die here.” I cry harder, just wanting to be with him again.

Gavin opens his mouth to say something else, but he is cut off by a voice behind me. “Have you learned your lesson yet, boy?”

I turn to the demon behind me and immediate anger rises in my throat. Barron watches Gavin with bored eyes from the entrance of this dark torture room. He has no concerns about Gavin being tortured. Just another day in hell.

“Get away from him!” I scream at Barron, but he doesn’t even look my way. He can’t see me or hear me in the vision I share with only Gavin.

I focus my attention on Gavin, and he looks directly into my eyes. “I love Aella, and I’ll never stop fighting to get back to her.”

Barron scoffs, but I know Gavin isn’t talking to him. He is telling me that he will try to get to me, but he’ll die without help. “Gavin, I have my army. We won’t leave you here. Just don’t give up, okay?”

Gavin’s nod is almost unnoticeable, but I see the slight tilt of his head. I kiss him on his bruised cheek and as I pull away from him, I’m sucked through a tunnel and back to my reality.

***

“El, are you back with us?” Alexa’s voice breaks into my trance and I have to rapidly blink to focus my eyes on her.

Her curls are pulled back into a tight ponytail and her blue contacts scan my face and rigid body. I nod to her as I try to remember where I was before my vision of Gavin. Looking around myself, it all comes back to me.

Alexa, Neo, Uncle Jack, Jed and I are all in Jack’s bulky black Jeep, on our way to the Redwoods in California. I don’t know where we are, but the last time I checked, we had only been a few miles from our destination. The others have been following us to where Aunt Mags told us to go, according to the map Barron wrote for me.

She is the only one able to decipher the directions, but luckily the Wicca also have a few tricks. Barron had told me to go to the Siuslaw National Forest in Oregon, to specific coordinates where I would need to meet with a demon he has planted there. His hopes were that the demon would lead me to him for our dinner party. Aunt Mags knows of another entrance into hell in the opposite direction, the Redwood forest.

Who needs a demon guide when you have a powerful Wicca? Barron doesn’t know all that much about me as it turns out. Hopefully.

I lift my head off of the window that became my pillow, and adjust my seat belt. “I had a vision, Lex. It was of Gavin in a cave-like cell. I’m guessing it was in hell. I’ve never seen another place like it.” I look past her