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She yelped again when he used his magic to change them both into their own set of black armor. It would protect their bodies as well as keep them from getting wet. Even if he could dry their clothes with a thought, there was no use ruining a good suit. He had to take a few brief seconds to admire her in the form-fitting armor since she looked absolutely divine in it but knew he couldn’t obsess over her for too long.
“We have to go.” He held out a hand to Seneca. “Are you ready?”
“No, but let’s do it anyway,” she said as she slipped her hand into his.
“That’s the spirit.”
“We’re going with you,” Anika said as Dario moved to stand beside her.
Since Killian had expected that, he just nodded. With that, he teleported them away from The Manor, and into the heart of the storm.
Chapter Ten
The moment theyarrived at their destination, Seneca barely held back a scream as she was lifted off her feet by the vicious windstorm. Killian held firm to her hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist to secure her against him.
The entire area was devoid of light, and it was unnerving not being able to see anything. She risked glancing up and swallowed hard when she couldn’t even see her mate’s handsome face.
Fucking hell, how were they supposed to do anything when they couldn’t even see?
Suddenly, the black lace parasol in her hand jerked as it sprang opened. She was worried it would get carried away in the windstorm and held onto the handle with a desperate grip. A blast of light shot out of the tip of the parasol, and it cascaded around them until they were surrounded by a protection bubble made of bright glowing silver runes.
Everything went quiet as the wind disappeared.
Safe inside the protection bubble, she made a vow then and there to never leave home without the pretty little parasol from now on. As if pleased by her thoughts, the crystal handle in her hand began to pulse and twinkle with light. That was a strange yet comforting response to get from a magical object. She really was becoming quite fond of the ancient relic, even if it did make her feel a little Mary Poppins-Esque.
The bright light coming from the magical shield barely made a dent against the dense darkness surrounding them. As she glanced around, she started to panic when she didn’t see Killian’s friends. “Oh, shit. Where are Anika and Dario? Did we lose them in the storm?”
“Relax, mate. We got separated, but they are fine.”
His calm tone helped soothe some of her anxiety, but she still clung to him as the storm continued to rage outside of their safe zone. Instead of a cloud, the darkness that surrounded them looked like a tornado made of thick black smoke that was being swirled around by the intense wind.
“How are we supposed to find anyone in that?”
“You are still using your human eyes.”
She pointed a finger toward her face. “These are the only ones I have.”
He smiled down at her. “You have the magic of a dark god now. Use it, mate.”
“I can use your magic to—”
“No. You can useyourgod magic.”
“But I’m not a god.” She blinked up at him. “Am I?”
“You are.”
“I…don’t know how to process that.” She took a deep, shuddering breath. “Okay, let me just think of it as your magic for now. I can use your god powers. Like a magical borrowing system between mates. Yeah, that seems a little less panic-inducing.”
“Do I even need to be here for this part of the conversation?” he teased.
Before she could think about what she was doing, she punched him on the arm, making him laugh. He seemed surprised by the sound of his own laughter, and she made a silent vow to try to coax it out of him more often.
“This doesn’t mean I have to, like, reap souls, or whatever now, does it?”
“No. That is definitely something you do not have to worry about.”
That was a relief. “You can really see through all this darkness?”
