sit.
“Let’s form a circle,” said
Lisabelle. “Eyes out, backs in. No one break formation. The demons are going to
come, but we have the Power of Five. We should be able to form a protective
ring around ourselves and anyone else who can get to us. The demons shouldn’t
be able to get in.
“Ah, the Power of Five,” Kia
breathed. “Brilliant.”
“Don’t get excited yet,” said
Lisabelle. “You’re the only pixie we have.”
I wouldn’t have thought Kia could
get paler, but she did.
“There’s Zervos,” said Trafton,
pointing back the way we had come. Indeed, our Cruor professor was coming
toward us, and it was the first time the thought occurred had to me that he
might really be a demon. His eyes were blazing red with fury and there was
blood dripping from his mouth. He was running at full speed. Behind him I could
hear crashing.
“Think all that noise is demons?”
Trafton asked.
“Yes,” said Lisabelle. “I do.”
Trafton nodded grimly and planted
his feet more firmly. His hands were balled into fists at his sides.
“What the darkness do you think
you’re all doing standing there?” Zervos bellowed as he reached us. Behind him
I could see Marcus, but still no Keller or Sip. I tried to force myself to be
calm. The young fallen angel had a bruise spreading across his cheek and he
looked disoriented.
“Why isn’t he healing himself?”
Kia cried, pointing at Keller’s friend.
“He doesn’t have the energy,”
said Zervos. “He already had to use it to reattach his arm.”
“Power of Five,” said Lisabelle,
pointing at Marcus. “Now we can. Is he able?”
Zervos looked momentarily taken
aback, but he recovered quickly and said, “We can give him enough strength to
manage it, but most of the power is going to have to come from the rest of us.”
“I’ve barely used mine,” said
Rake. “I can help.”
Trafton and Lough both nodded.
Zervos nodded approvingly at our
circle. “Ms. Verlans. Why aren’t you joining?”
“I wasn’t going to,” she said.
Again, Zervos didn’t argue. “One dream giver in the Power, the other with Ms.
Verlans.” Both Lough and Trafton started forward to stand with Lisabelle, and
Zervos rolled his eyes. “Lough, with the Power,” he ordered. “You know
Charlotte better, and that will help. Trafton, with Ms. Verlans. Do whatever
she says.”
“With pleasure,” said Trafton,
neatly stepping around a red-faced Lough.
“Demons,” Rake pointed. Marcus
stumbled forward. I reached out to grab him and he held on, looking up at me
with blank eyes.
“Are you alright?” I whispered to
him, unsure he’d be able to perform any spells, much less protect us from a
horde.
He nodded once, then slumped
forward.
“Let me help you with that,” said
Rake, stepping up to him. The massive vampire threw the fainting fallen angel
over his shoulder with ease and brought him into line.
“I can help him,” said Kia,
hurrying forward. She knelt by Marcus, pulling out her bag of pixie dust. “It’s
only a temporary fix. This obviously isn’t our specialty,” she said with
frustration. “I can only do so much.”
“Just do what you can,” said
Lough, who took my hand.
We formed the circle.
In front of us Lisabelle and
Zervos prowled. Trafton stood a little behind, his hands working living dreams
that looked like mixed rainbows.
“We should have stayed at Public
this semester,” Lough grumbled.
I took a deep breath and then
another, tuning out the yells from my friends and the crashing around me. I had
used up a lot of my power controlling the winds, along with whatever I had done
when we landed on the ground and the impact hadn’t crushed our bones to
smithereens.
Lough’s firm grip on my hand
steadied me, and I felt Kia tentatively take my other hand. Rake and Marcus
completed the circle of protection. I opened my eyes briefly to check on my
friends and saw Evan on the ground, leaning against a tree, useless from pain and
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