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k’loshka.” He repeated the strange words and with each passing, her
breathing came easier. Her lungs relaxed, air filled her, and her mind calmed.
Exhausted, she relaxed into his
arms. Her body felt so weak she didn’t even care that she was using his body as
a prop to lean up against. Okay, she cared a bit. After a minute of full normal
breathing, she started to lean up. Just what did she say to him? Thanks for
saving my life? She didn’t know what social protocol dictated in this kind of situation.
His hand stopped her from getting
up. The demon was entirely too strong for his own good.
“What are you doing?” she
whispered, her voice ragged from what she hoped was her panic attack.
He didn’t answer. He just held
her in this strange position with his arm around her. He was close enough he
could choke the life out of her, but he didn’t make any threatening moves, just
kept her back to his chest and his hand flat to her collarbone. His thumb
swiped once across the bare skin of her neck and something warm pulsed inside
her.
“Let me go.” She swallowed over
the lump in her throat.
His hand fell away from her, then
his body was gone. She teetered backwards before she caught the motion.
“How am I supposed to help you?”
she asked.
He gazed out at the land. “Kill
my mother, the queen.”
“How am I supposed to do that?”
“The seer says you have great
magical power inside of you. You are the key to killing her.”
Abby’s brow flew up at that. “I
haven’t used magic since...well since in the cave, but before that...I mean
it’s been years. A really long time. And what seer?” A seer knew about her. Had
she met the seer before and just didn’t remember it?
“The Great Seer, one of the last
living seers in the nether-realm. He has great wisdom. He told me to find you. He
says only you can kill my mother, for the curse upon me won’t let me.”
Finally, he looked back at her.
She hadn’t realized she wanted him to until he did. His dark eyes were
interesting to look at, especially when they weren’t looking at her like he wanted
to rip her head off. “I will help you to train your skills. You will be
prepared for the fight.”
A thought hit her like a gunshot.
He wanted to train her to use her magic? She didn’t know about this seer or
about her being all-powerful or any such nonsense, but she did have some powers.
If he helped to train her and make her strong then maybe she’d be strong enough
to bind him for much longer or to even knock him out, then she could port home.
She’d heard of witches porting, it could be done from such a great distance. It
would just take a lot of strength.
“All right, I’ll do it.”
His eyes flared. She’d surprised
him.
“Good choice,” he said.
Yeah, except that she was lying.
Chapter Seven
“Try harder!”
Abbigail wiped the sweat from her
brow and glowered. “If I tried any harder I might collapse. I am trying.”
Alrik shook his head in
frustration and paced in a tight circle. “Obviously not, witch. This isn’t good
enough. Close your mind off to everything but your power and feel it inside
you. Then push it with your mind out towards me.”
Abby made a gargled noise of
frustration. “I’ve been trying to do that this whole time.”
He stalked to her, anger slashing
his handsome features into a mask. “Obviously not. Obviously not well enough
since you haven’t budged me an inch. Try again.”
“I’m tired and hungry. I need a
break.”
His eyes looked up to the sky and
he laughed. The sound wasn’t pleasant. “We are not stopping now. I told you,
you can eat after you move me with the spell I taught you. Now, try it again.”
Abby wanted to strangle him.
They’d been going at this for hours. Magic always took a physical toll on her
and right now her body screamed at her to lie down and sleep for a few days.
She didn’t know why the spell wasn’t working. Maybe because she’d never tried a
spell that
breathing came easier. Her lungs relaxed, air filled her, and her mind calmed.
Exhausted, she relaxed into his
arms. Her body felt so weak she didn’t even care that she was using his body as
a prop to lean up against. Okay, she cared a bit. After a minute of full normal
breathing, she started to lean up. Just what did she say to him? Thanks for
saving my life? She didn’t know what social protocol dictated in this kind of situation.
His hand stopped her from getting
up. The demon was entirely too strong for his own good.
“What are you doing?” she
whispered, her voice ragged from what she hoped was her panic attack.
He didn’t answer. He just held
her in this strange position with his arm around her. He was close enough he
could choke the life out of her, but he didn’t make any threatening moves, just
kept her back to his chest and his hand flat to her collarbone. His thumb
swiped once across the bare skin of her neck and something warm pulsed inside
her.
“Let me go.” She swallowed over
the lump in her throat.
His hand fell away from her, then
his body was gone. She teetered backwards before she caught the motion.
“How am I supposed to help you?”
she asked.
He gazed out at the land. “Kill
my mother, the queen.”
“How am I supposed to do that?”
“The seer says you have great
magical power inside of you. You are the key to killing her.”
Abby’s brow flew up at that. “I
haven’t used magic since...well since in the cave, but before that...I mean
it’s been years. A really long time. And what seer?” A seer knew about her. Had
she met the seer before and just didn’t remember it?
“The Great Seer, one of the last
living seers in the nether-realm. He has great wisdom. He told me to find you. He
says only you can kill my mother, for the curse upon me won’t let me.”
Finally, he looked back at her.
She hadn’t realized she wanted him to until he did. His dark eyes were
interesting to look at, especially when they weren’t looking at her like he wanted
to rip her head off. “I will help you to train your skills. You will be
prepared for the fight.”
A thought hit her like a gunshot.
He wanted to train her to use her magic? She didn’t know about this seer or
about her being all-powerful or any such nonsense, but she did have some powers.
If he helped to train her and make her strong then maybe she’d be strong enough
to bind him for much longer or to even knock him out, then she could port home.
She’d heard of witches porting, it could be done from such a great distance. It
would just take a lot of strength.
“All right, I’ll do it.”
His eyes flared. She’d surprised
him.
“Good choice,” he said.
Yeah, except that she was lying.
Chapter Seven
“Try harder!”
Abbigail wiped the sweat from her
brow and glowered. “If I tried any harder I might collapse. I am trying.”
Alrik shook his head in
frustration and paced in a tight circle. “Obviously not, witch. This isn’t good
enough. Close your mind off to everything but your power and feel it inside
you. Then push it with your mind out towards me.”
Abby made a gargled noise of
frustration. “I’ve been trying to do that this whole time.”
He stalked to her, anger slashing
his handsome features into a mask. “Obviously not. Obviously not well enough
since you haven’t budged me an inch. Try again.”
“I’m tired and hungry. I need a
break.”
His eyes looked up to the sky and
he laughed. The sound wasn’t pleasant. “We are not stopping now. I told you,
you can eat after you move me with the spell I taught you. Now, try it again.”
Abby wanted to strangle him.
They’d been going at this for hours. Magic always took a physical toll on her
and right now her body screamed at her to lie down and sleep for a few days.
She didn’t know why the spell wasn’t working. Maybe because she’d never tried a
spell that
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