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Hardly. More like a demon…
I closed my eyes and took a moment to catch my breath, to silence the dark whispers desperate to spur me into action.
Five minutes later,the power switched off, the street was safe to walk in again. Thankfully, no one other than my uncle hurt.
A lucky escape this time…
As much as I wanted to go upstairs to my flat, I left the building under the furious glares of my neighbors. None of them knew it was me due to the glamor spell, but that didn’t stop a flurry of apologies falling out of my mouth.
Unsuccessful apologies.
Ugh. More guilt to drop kick my soul.
Witchcops took over the scene, closing off the area, even preparing an evacuation of my building.
Probably for the best.
Jake studied the blue stone, now inside a plastic evidence box provided by one of his colleagues. “Look at the little shit.” He turned it over, scowling at the cerulean gem.
“I just want to smash it,” Isaac growled.
“Could explode in your face,” Jake countered. “Best listen to Aaron.”
Drake touched my hand, my skin tingling from his comforting caress.
I shuffled closer to him, super grateful for him being here and alive and not butchered by Uncle Jonathon.
Didn’t stop me from veering close to nausea, my uncle’s screams still ringing in my ears.
I hate this.
I hate all of this.
“Let’s see if he’s still at Ashwood Manor,” Drake whispered, activating his magic. “One there. One?—”
Fire tore across the street, sweeping up into vortex of incredible heat around us.
Oh. Crap.
Chapter 25
DRAKE
The flames tore into the air a hundred feet high, folding over themselves to block out the sky.
Shit.
“Not so clever now, are you?” Jonathon’s voice filled the vortex.
He appeared seconds later, cartoonishly wreathed in flame, molten amber eyes blazing in his face.
My protective instincts kicked in. I stepped in front of Riley, gun trained on the burning wanker.
Jonathon threw his head back, laughing. “Funny. Pointless.” He righted his head, his cruel gaze pinning me. “How will you escape a prison of fire?”
A hint of fear broke through his arrogance, a tiny waver in his voice. He wasn’t as confident as he made out, the desperation Erin spoke of right there. After all, he’d burned through the Rainbow Stones quickly, his chances almost spent.
Riley moved around me, hitting his uncle with Tidal Pull and flung him into the flames, only for him to bounce off the burning wall and land in a crouch. As graceful as a cat.
