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manacles snapped around my wrists. He grabbed my arm and yanked it back, trapping my hands near my waist.
Too far from my blades.
Shit.
I struggled, but he was stronger than he looked.
“Not so fast,” he said.
I kicked back, nailing him in the shin. He grunted, then stood and tugged me up. I dropped my weight, hoping to break his hold, but he just dragged me away from Dr. Garriso’s body.
“Where the hell are you taking me? You’re just going to leave him there?”
“Don’t need him. But the master might like you. Another FireSoul. Knew it as soon as I felt you.”
Oh, hell no.
I called upon my lightning, doing my damnedest to keep it minimal, and sent a bolt into his middle. A horrible noise escaped his throat as he collapsed. It shocked me, too, sending painful electricity through my limbs. Nothing like actually using the magic.
I scrambled across the stone toward his body, my limbs weak as jello. With a shaking hand, I reached for the dagger strapped to my right thigh. The dungeon still surrounded us, so he wasn’t incapacitated enough for his magic to fail.
He surged up, a silver knife in his hand and rage in his eyes. He looked mad enough to kill me. I lunged for him, my blade glinting black in the dim light.
But he reached me first, sinking his dagger into my arm. Agony bloomed hot and fierce as warm blood poured down my arm. I forced myself to tighten my grip on my blade and heaved myself against him, throwing him onto his back.
I plunged my dagger down, satisfaction arcing through me when it sank easily into his chest. He struggled weakly, his dark eyes dimming. I’d hit him straight in the heart, a quick death.
As soon as his blood welled, the familiar hunger arose, clawing at me. My FireSoul roared up, ravenous, and white flame flickered across my skin, reaching out for his magic. I ached for it, for the moment his power would flow into me. It’d be so good. So, so good.
No.
I reared back, sucking in a ragged breath. His struggles slowed, enticing the FireSoul within me even more. My hands burned to push him down, suck out his power, and make it mine.
That wasn’t me. I didn’t want it to be me.
I had to control it. I had to fight this.
But it called to me. Not just the hunger—the power itself. This man’s magic, his power over illusion, was one of the greatest magical gifts I’d ever seen. It’d be such an incredible weapon against the Monster.
Though the emptiness roared within me, I clung to that rational thought. To any rational thought. This was too great a gift to leave behind. But I had to be in control if I were going to take it.
Deliberately, I pressed my hands to his shoulders, trying to control the process of taking his magic. Trying not to let it overcome me. I didn’t want to become the ravenous thing that I feared my FireSoul would make me. The man below me was proof of what the desire for power could do.
I had to be present for this act—me controlling my FireSoul, not the other way around.
The white flame licked over my arms, bright and fast, and reached into him. It burned, but I embraced the pain as payment for the deed I was about to commit.
When my magic latched on to his, I almost retched. It felt dark, tainted. But after a moment, the sickness faded. As he died, I realized his magic had been tainted by his evil. When I drew it back into myself, it was pure. Bright and sparkling like champagne.
Warmth and strength surged as it flowed into me. It was both wonderful and uncomfortable, a pleasure I shouldn’t be taking as a result of theft, but I couldn’t help myself.
When it ended, I fell off of him. He stared at the sunless sky, his gaze blank.
Thank magic, the illusion of the dungeon had faded. I was back in the desert.
“Cass!” Aidan roared.
I scrambled to my feet and spun to face him.
He, Del, and Nix raced across the sand toward me. Thank magic they were safe. I turned and crawled across the sand toward
Too far from my blades.
Shit.
I struggled, but he was stronger than he looked.
“Not so fast,” he said.
I kicked back, nailing him in the shin. He grunted, then stood and tugged me up. I dropped my weight, hoping to break his hold, but he just dragged me away from Dr. Garriso’s body.
“Where the hell are you taking me? You’re just going to leave him there?”
“Don’t need him. But the master might like you. Another FireSoul. Knew it as soon as I felt you.”
Oh, hell no.
I called upon my lightning, doing my damnedest to keep it minimal, and sent a bolt into his middle. A horrible noise escaped his throat as he collapsed. It shocked me, too, sending painful electricity through my limbs. Nothing like actually using the magic.
I scrambled across the stone toward his body, my limbs weak as jello. With a shaking hand, I reached for the dagger strapped to my right thigh. The dungeon still surrounded us, so he wasn’t incapacitated enough for his magic to fail.
He surged up, a silver knife in his hand and rage in his eyes. He looked mad enough to kill me. I lunged for him, my blade glinting black in the dim light.
But he reached me first, sinking his dagger into my arm. Agony bloomed hot and fierce as warm blood poured down my arm. I forced myself to tighten my grip on my blade and heaved myself against him, throwing him onto his back.
I plunged my dagger down, satisfaction arcing through me when it sank easily into his chest. He struggled weakly, his dark eyes dimming. I’d hit him straight in the heart, a quick death.
As soon as his blood welled, the familiar hunger arose, clawing at me. My FireSoul roared up, ravenous, and white flame flickered across my skin, reaching out for his magic. I ached for it, for the moment his power would flow into me. It’d be so good. So, so good.
No.
I reared back, sucking in a ragged breath. His struggles slowed, enticing the FireSoul within me even more. My hands burned to push him down, suck out his power, and make it mine.
That wasn’t me. I didn’t want it to be me.
I had to control it. I had to fight this.
But it called to me. Not just the hunger—the power itself. This man’s magic, his power over illusion, was one of the greatest magical gifts I’d ever seen. It’d be such an incredible weapon against the Monster.
Though the emptiness roared within me, I clung to that rational thought. To any rational thought. This was too great a gift to leave behind. But I had to be in control if I were going to take it.
Deliberately, I pressed my hands to his shoulders, trying to control the process of taking his magic. Trying not to let it overcome me. I didn’t want to become the ravenous thing that I feared my FireSoul would make me. The man below me was proof of what the desire for power could do.
I had to be present for this act—me controlling my FireSoul, not the other way around.
The white flame licked over my arms, bright and fast, and reached into him. It burned, but I embraced the pain as payment for the deed I was about to commit.
When my magic latched on to his, I almost retched. It felt dark, tainted. But after a moment, the sickness faded. As he died, I realized his magic had been tainted by his evil. When I drew it back into myself, it was pure. Bright and sparkling like champagne.
Warmth and strength surged as it flowed into me. It was both wonderful and uncomfortable, a pleasure I shouldn’t be taking as a result of theft, but I couldn’t help myself.
When it ended, I fell off of him. He stared at the sunless sky, his gaze blank.
Thank magic, the illusion of the dungeon had faded. I was back in the desert.
“Cass!” Aidan roared.
I scrambled to my feet and spun to face him.
He, Del, and Nix raced across the sand toward me. Thank magic they were safe. I turned and crawled across the sand toward
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