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Solo casting is performed at own risk.
(For potion equivalent of this spell, turn to page 289).
Please don’t let my heart explode…
There was pounding on the door now, followed by voices yelling. No time to think, no time to question. Cast now, ask later.
“The runes won’t hold for long,” Ollie said, handing me the sage to galvanize me into action.
I tipped the sage into the cauldron, white smoke billowing in an instant.
Toll paid, magical connection established. The words on the paper glittered with blue light, as if a million fairy lights suddenly came to life beneath the ink.
Ready to go,those sparkles said.
I looked to Ollie. He nodded and darted off to join Drake at the door.
The parchment trembled in my grip, its magical properties alien yet comforting. This was mine, a part of me. Not just the celestial side, but the witch side, too.
Silvery-blue energy swirled around my hands, magic ready to be unleashed.
The door burst open, Marcus charging into the attic. Drake and Ollie roared as the shadow witch threw them aside with a, “Repel!”
They bounded off the walls, more shadow witches hurrying into the room.
Oh. Crap.
That eyeless mask locked onto me. “Give up. Come to me.” He extended his hand.
I swallowed a lump, dropping the parchment.
Here goes…
“Protect!” I slammed my hands together.
Chapter 15
RILEY
The magic shot outward in a crackling blue wave. It seeped into the walls and bare floorboards, making a crackling sound that reminded me of scrunching up a plastic bag.
“No!” Marcus roared.
The magic transformed into a dozen grasping hands, closing around each witch. Collectively, they lifted the invaders, dragging them away at breakneck speed, their screams blood-curdling.
Speaking of blood, hot liquid poured from my nose, trickling across my lips, dripping off my chin.
“Oh…” I mumbled, pinching it.
Drake jumped to his feet and hurried over. “What’s wrong?” He touched my shoulder with his bound hands, concern etched all over his face.
Why did I like the weight of his touch?
Hmmm. Must resist better and must stop being so curious.
Easier said than done.
Ollie strode across the room, checking on me. “You good?”
