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in front of it. "Time to release your secrets, Spider. Who is controlling you? Why are you trying to kill me? Who took Crwys?"
It screamed and kicked, but it couldn't tell me what it didn't know. Simple creature. It was time to reveal who controlled it.
So I killed it.
A scream echoed in the industrial park, nearby. The one controlling the Fetches was watching us. Trying to kill us. Trying to kill me! I looked around as I stood. I was aware of Kyle near me, and Grey passed out in my Jeep. I went back to the vehicle, pulled the pistols from beneath Grey and headed in the direction of the scream. I would see the face of the one that tried to kill me, they would see mine, and then they would die.
Cold, icy water fell on top of my head, instantly soaking me. It didn't stop. It was like standing under an arctic waterfall. I dropped the guns as I tried to run away from it, but the damn thing followed me. I sputtered and gasped for breath and then finally realized why.
"Stop that!"
The water stopped and I stood shivering, my arms at my sides with my hands balled into fists. I sputtered a few times before I raked my fingers through my thick, now wet, hair and looked around for my Undine. I spotted her hiding behind the Gnome. She was actually afraid, and that did more to snap me out of the Arcane's power than the douse of cold water.
I looked from her to Kyle, who stood a few feet away from me. His expression was unreadable, and he had another bruise on his cheek to match his broken nose and a cut on his lip. His clothing was torn and mussed and his hands still had the faint glow of power.
A car door slammed close by and an engine roared to life, just as it had before. But this time the car squealed tires coming around the building facing Crwys's warehouse. And it came toward us.
I pulled my Elementals with me as we dove out of the way. The silver Mercedes fishtailed as it made the left hairpin turn, narrowly missing my Jeep and sped off past the overturned car.
Thunder followed the car's escape. I brushed myself off and worked my now soggy cell phone out of the pocket of the leather jacket. There wasn't a dry spot on me to wipe the phone's face on, so I went to the Jeep and wiped it on Grey's fur. She was snoring.
I called Ivan and gave him the license plate of the retreating Mercedes and hung up. I held out my hand for my Undine and she hesitantly came to me and hovered, swimming in the air above my palm. "You dump water on me anytime you see me losing control, you got that? You did right. You are my hero."
The Undine's tiny little face lit up and she did a spiral in the air before she blew me a kiss and vanished. The others bowed and I bowed to them, thanking them for their help just before they left as well.
"We might have a problem," Kyle said as I prodded Grey and pushed her big self into the back seat.
"Other than me losing myself to the Arcane during dangerous moments?"
Ivan's text box showed up in the air in front of me with the name and address of the registered owner.
Edmund Blackwood. The High Magician of the largest group of Ceremonial Magicians in Louisiana.
Kyle got the same text on his phone. He held it up and pointed to it. "Yeah, other. Him seeing you lose yourself to Arcane Magic. I can handle it. But this guy?"
He was right. If Blackwood decided to share this information about my little display of forbidden magic in the parking lot of this industrial park, finding Crwys would be the last thing I'd be allowed to do.
I'd be dead.
I pulled the Jeep alongside the flipped car. Kyle got out to see if the driver still lived. Maybe we could call an ambulance.
He jumped back in the passenger's side. "Drive."
"What? Is he dead?"
Kyle swallowed before he looked at me. "I don't think it was ever alive. Let's go. Now."
I floored the gas.
EIGHT
M y wet jeans chaffed minutes into the traffic-laden ride back to the shop. Add in a drizzling rain and the drive back took an hour longer than it should have.
It screamed and kicked, but it couldn't tell me what it didn't know. Simple creature. It was time to reveal who controlled it.
So I killed it.
A scream echoed in the industrial park, nearby. The one controlling the Fetches was watching us. Trying to kill us. Trying to kill me! I looked around as I stood. I was aware of Kyle near me, and Grey passed out in my Jeep. I went back to the vehicle, pulled the pistols from beneath Grey and headed in the direction of the scream. I would see the face of the one that tried to kill me, they would see mine, and then they would die.
Cold, icy water fell on top of my head, instantly soaking me. It didn't stop. It was like standing under an arctic waterfall. I dropped the guns as I tried to run away from it, but the damn thing followed me. I sputtered and gasped for breath and then finally realized why.
"Stop that!"
The water stopped and I stood shivering, my arms at my sides with my hands balled into fists. I sputtered a few times before I raked my fingers through my thick, now wet, hair and looked around for my Undine. I spotted her hiding behind the Gnome. She was actually afraid, and that did more to snap me out of the Arcane's power than the douse of cold water.
I looked from her to Kyle, who stood a few feet away from me. His expression was unreadable, and he had another bruise on his cheek to match his broken nose and a cut on his lip. His clothing was torn and mussed and his hands still had the faint glow of power.
A car door slammed close by and an engine roared to life, just as it had before. But this time the car squealed tires coming around the building facing Crwys's warehouse. And it came toward us.
I pulled my Elementals with me as we dove out of the way. The silver Mercedes fishtailed as it made the left hairpin turn, narrowly missing my Jeep and sped off past the overturned car.
Thunder followed the car's escape. I brushed myself off and worked my now soggy cell phone out of the pocket of the leather jacket. There wasn't a dry spot on me to wipe the phone's face on, so I went to the Jeep and wiped it on Grey's fur. She was snoring.
I called Ivan and gave him the license plate of the retreating Mercedes and hung up. I held out my hand for my Undine and she hesitantly came to me and hovered, swimming in the air above my palm. "You dump water on me anytime you see me losing control, you got that? You did right. You are my hero."
The Undine's tiny little face lit up and she did a spiral in the air before she blew me a kiss and vanished. The others bowed and I bowed to them, thanking them for their help just before they left as well.
"We might have a problem," Kyle said as I prodded Grey and pushed her big self into the back seat.
"Other than me losing myself to the Arcane during dangerous moments?"
Ivan's text box showed up in the air in front of me with the name and address of the registered owner.
Edmund Blackwood. The High Magician of the largest group of Ceremonial Magicians in Louisiana.
Kyle got the same text on his phone. He held it up and pointed to it. "Yeah, other. Him seeing you lose yourself to Arcane Magic. I can handle it. But this guy?"
He was right. If Blackwood decided to share this information about my little display of forbidden magic in the parking lot of this industrial park, finding Crwys would be the last thing I'd be allowed to do.
I'd be dead.
I pulled the Jeep alongside the flipped car. Kyle got out to see if the driver still lived. Maybe we could call an ambulance.
He jumped back in the passenger's side. "Drive."
"What? Is he dead?"
Kyle swallowed before he looked at me. "I don't think it was ever alive. Let's go. Now."
I floored the gas.
EIGHT
M y wet jeans chaffed minutes into the traffic-laden ride back to the shop. Add in a drizzling rain and the drive back took an hour longer than it should have.
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