Page 96 of Discovered Magic
“It’s Morcant, posing as Silas.” Even in her mind, her voice squeaked.
“We know,” Damian replied. “Please do exactly as I say.”
“Okay.”
“Visualize the base camp here, where we are. Do you remember it?”
“The cabin just off the parking area?”
“That’s the one,” he replied approvingly. “The parking area is empty. No one is about. Picture yourself here, and do it now.”
Morcant was closing in fast, but she couldn’t leave Royal to the elements and forgotten like yesterday’s garbage.
Turning, she retraced the fading holes she’d made, running as fast as she could. Morcant’s evil energy was a pulsing, living thing. A maniacal killer-monkey on her back. She’d always hated it when victims in slasher flicks glanced over their shoulders to see where the killer was. The move was stupid and always resulted in a fall, leading to their death. But damned if she didn’t do the same thing!
He was less than twenty feet away, and he’d done the same as her, using her footprints to gain ground.
The hair along her skin lifted as he raised his arms, and a blue light, similar to lightning, cracked between his fingers.
He intended to use the same move he’d done in the cabin!
“Oh, fuck!”
She dropped beside Royal, pulling his body half atop hers with a strength she didn’t know she possessed.
The bolt struck him, arching his back and traveling through him to her.
The high-powered jolt was like acid in her veins, and she screamed her agony. Less than three feet away, Morcant threw back his head and laughed as he recharged for another blast.
“Fuck you, motherfucker!” she shouted, hugging Royal to her as she closed her eyes and visualized the parking area below. Her cells already coursed with liquid fire, and the teleport took all of a second.
When she lifted her lids, it was to find herself surrounded by four magical saviors, two of whom she didn’t know.
But she didn’t need them this time.
She knew precisely what she had to do.
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“Can you save him?” Abbie asked the Aether. Odds were, he wouldn’t, considering he hadn’t wanted to involve himself with her more minor problems. But she had to ask.
“I’m going to do my damnedest,” he replied with a warm smile. When she didn’t return it, he sobered. “Please accept my humble apology for not assisting you when you needed me most.”
“You did what you thought best,” she allowed.
He grimaced. “A miserable excuse by anyone’s standards. My youthful ignorance kept me from doing what was right, and I’m sorry.”
The centuries had been kind to Damian Dethridge, at least in looks. If possible, he was more devastatingly handsome than he had been.
“You saved me from Morcunt,” she said simply. “Asking for more seems selfish.”
She turned, ready to complete her new mission.
“Don’t do it, Abbie,” he advised.
She hesitated, then glanced over her shoulder. “Do what?”
“Don’t go after him alone. It won’t end well for you.”
