Page 1021 of One More Kiss

But as I created my holding spell, the wind inside the barn picked up, drawing more tea leaves up into the maelstrom spinning around us.

The wind was Abercrombie’s, I realized. If my power was a deep, silent pool, his was a raging cyclone.

And holding that wind at bay was beginning to tax what I could do with only the surface of that pool of power.

A second lightning strike pushed through my shield, this one hitting my wrist. But I was prepared this time, and although I shouted in pain, I was able to reinforce my protective spell.

That’s when I heard a deep growl behind me. I didn’t have time to turn around before a dark gray shape shot past me.

It was Connor, in his coyote form, teeth bared as he leaped up to catch Abercrombie’s wrist between his jaws, his sharp teeth catching the reflection of the magical lightning strikes as he crunched down on the other mage's bones.

Abercrombie shrieked in pain, flinging Connor to the ground and turning the brunt of his strikes against the shifter.

With a yowl, the coyote went limp and landed unmoving on the ground.

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