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I blasted it again and again. Each shot weaker. I wouldn’t be able to hold it off much longer.
Wren had gone limp in my arms.
No, don’t think about that.
The revenant attacked again, and this time my power failed me. My scream echoed into the night. I dodged, dropped to the ground, and scramble-crawled away. Not fast enough. Its hand closed on my nape, and it hauled me up.
Terror pooled in the pit of my stomach, then the heat of anger washed it away. I twisted and jerked, desperate to be free, my cries of impotent rage carrying on the breeze, and suddenly I was free.
I hit the ground with my knees, keeping a grip on an unconscious Wren.
The revenant grappled with a shadow. I caught the glint of silver hair and the flash of inky black claws before my brain made sense of what I was seeing.
Lauris fought the revenant, clawing at it with his talons, his mouth an elongated maw of silver teeth as he tore into it.
The revenant fought back, opening welts across Lauris’s face and punching bloody holes in his T-shirt. This wasn’t a fight the gargoyle could win.
We needed The Elites.
Pen had put a lock on my door to prevent the ghosts from getting in, but we were outside now.
“Dottie! Dottie, Wren’s hurt.”
I wasn’t sure if she would hear me, but if she did, this would make her answer my call.
She materialized a moment later. “What?” She took in the scene then scooped Wren up.
“I need The Elites.”
She walked off the edge of the balcony with Wren.
Fuck. Was she going to get help or not? No time to worry about that. I had to help Lauris. I grabbed my daggers, ready to join the revenant slashing party, when the fucker erupted in tendrils.
One whipped out toward me so fast there was no time to dodge before it smacked me in the face.
My head slammed against the railing and my vision blacked out, and one involuntary word fell from my lips.
“Jasper…”
Chapter Nineteen
Jasper
Drifting brings rage. I want to get back to Cora, but the tether between us is weakened by that damn amulet. Why does she have to be such an infernal pain in the ass?
Because she’s Cora, that’s why.
I need to find her. Where is she?
Damn this drifting. I need energy, but these darn witches have done something to block me from siphoning. I guess my little display earlier spooked them. I’m still not sure how I did it. I can usually only take a little from the environment around me, after which I’m exhausted, but knowing Cora was in danger galvanized something inside me.
If only I could tap into that?
“Impossible!”
The energy of emotion in the voice draws me, and I’m suddenly standing in the shadows of a study. I recognize the speaker, the elder witch Anna, and there are six other witches with her.
The council.
