Page 134 of Enchanted Heir
Sasha’s olive magic now flared to life. “A compromising position because you drugged her, you jackass.”
“Nonsense,” Nico denied while smiling evilly.
Sasha jolted to his feet, ready to make a move on Nico.
Nico also rose, his own maroon magic flaring to life.
“Jorah,” the king said, stealing my attention.
“Your Grace?”
“Be a dear, would you?” He gestured with his head toward Sasha.
Krew went tense beneath me. He hated his father for this. For making me show them what I could do. Apparently not as much with the cards, but with magic instead.
With a look at Krew, I turned and reached over to place a hand on Sasha’s wrist, the one closest to me as he now had his hands pressed onto the table, leaning in Nico’s direction.
As soon as I touched him, his magic vanished.
“What the—” Sasha looked down, then at my hand, then at me. “What did you just do?”
“She took away your magic,” the king declared.
Sasha was still looking at me, so I released my hold. As soon as I did, his skin was swimming with magic again.
He spun his arm this way and that, momentarily distracted from his anger. “Again?” he asked me. “I’ve never seen anything like that.”
I reached back over and grabbed his wrist again.
“Ahh, yes,” Nico said as he slumped back down into his seat with a laugh of disbelief. “Iron Will, right? Immune to magic?”
And before I knew it was coming, a blast of maroon magic came out of nowhere and disappeared as quickly as it had come.
“You idiot,” the king boomed.
There was a screeching noise as multiple chairs moved backward. The king was standing next to me. Faster than seemed possible, Krew stood and tucked me in behind him. Across the table, Keir’s magic was glowing and ready, as was everyone around the table in varying intensities and shades, except Krew’s.
I’d been around a lot of Enchanted and a lot of magic by this point, but never had I seen so much magic fighting to be released from so many different Enchanted. For a moment I held my breath in fear. This was what the king had wanted. An army of Enchanted.
“Wait,” Nico added, “if his magic is gone when he touches her, then he can’t defend himself either?”
Another shot of magic was flying at us before he finished his question, but this time at Krew in front of me. A black magic and a bright blue magic were also airborne, but in the split second it happened, I knew it wasn’t going to be fast enough. Nico’s magic was going to hit Krew. I didn’t know what kind of magic he’d sent, just a shot of wind or something far more painful. But since my chest was touching Krew’s back as he had moved to cover me, he was directly in the path of it.
Keir sent out another blast of magic, this one toward Nico, his magic intensifying as if he also realized everything I just had.
The maroon magic got to Krew and evaporated into thin air, having done nothing. Just like it did with me.
Had Krew deflected it somehow? Or had the fact that I was touching him also made him immune to other’s magic? Had it been him? Or had it beenme?
Keir’s magic arrived at Nico and yanked his hands down, encasing them in bright blue magic.
The king was around the table faster than I knew was possible. “Using magic on Jorah as a test is one thing. Using magic on my son, a Wylan heir, another. But both were an insult and blatant contempt toward the crown.”
Nico sobered as more of the king’s magic came barreling toward him. In a gust of wind, his chair went flying across the room at the same time black magic gathered around Nico and knocked him to the ground, the back of his head hitting the marble ground hard without his hands to catch himself. “I was just curious, My King.”
The king was not deterred, stalking toward him. “If you were curious, you could’ve asked.” More tendrils of black magic surrounded Nico.
His eyes filled with panic. “Forgive me, Your Graces. I meant no harm.”
