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Fire
witch’s breath hitched. A spike of power surged through her but fizzled back
into the aether . It was as if she’d attempted to hurt
him but failed. The vampire let out a soft, mocking laugh before pressing a kiss
beneath her ear. She shuddered, revulsion contorting her features.
And then he
was in front of me, tugging at my shirt with more determination than before.
The Fire witch’s chin lifted defiantly. She glowered as energy continued to
fill her. Worry built in the pit of my stomach for what she’d do with all that
magic. If the vampire thought he was safe from the Fire witch, it must mean
he’d enthralled her. Facts lined up
in my mind.
I was in Las
Vegas. The male’s accent held an obvious foreign lilt. His toffee skin and
features could presumably be Persian.
Oh, Zeus. This
was Nadir Khan!
No wonder he
lacked an Earth witch. Dea Woods had returned home
with her Guardian.
But my mother
wouldn’t have brought me here simply to meet the culprit. Something big would
go down somewhere. I still had to stop a witch from abusing their power.
My attention
shifted to the redhead beyond Nadir’s shoulder. If she couldn’t hurt her
vampire master, could she hurt herself? And if so, would she take us all out in her desperate quest to stop
the leech? The steady influx of Fire energy pouring through the room implied
she would.
The Fire witch
shook from the abundance of magic—magic her body dearly tried to contain.
Orange flame engulfed her eyes from within.
I was too
late.
Years of
mopping up supernatural messes had made my magical reflexes nearly as fast as a
vampire’s motions. I visualized an invisible sphere around the room. “Stop!”
Bodies froze
in place, droplets of water cascading off Susan’s body hung in mid-air, and not
an eyelash fluttered. Except mine. The spa looked as
if someone had hit the pause button on the remote control of life. And someone
had. I’d used a Time witch power—one I rarely used because I’d be burned alive
on a pyre if anyone realized I could do it. But I might be burned alive in a
Vegas spa if I didn’t take the risk.
Across the
stone floor, the Fire witch stood frozen in the act of exploding into pure
fire—a transformation spell. The upper portion of her body had blown apart into
an orange inferno spanning a quarter of the space. Her energy would engulf the
ceiling in the millisecond following my release of Time unless I did something.
The Fire witch’s stomach and pelvis were locked mid-transformation. A mere hint
of her figure remained within the orange blaze as the only marker a body had
once been there. And her lower half was still corporeal within its flame
coating.
What would
happen if I hit her with Water magic at this exact moment? Water was Fire’s
natural enemy. My fear she’d be killed made me try another option instead. I
worked to syphon away the energy she’d sucked into her from the aether . Using myself as the conduit, I sent all of the
unused energy back where it had come from. Then with a breath for fortitude, I
called on the air within the witch’s fire.
Removing the
air that fueled the fire had better not remove part of her now that she was only partially corporeal. I held my breath as
I released Time back into its ordinary flow.
Nadir swiveled
toward his captive. The Fire witch’s body reformed into her tangible shape. His
eyes narrowed to tiny slits.
“Do not use
your power unless I allow it!” His outraged shout echoed across the stone
space. “ All of you!”
The Fire witch
stared down at her fleshy hands, eyes spreading as wide as my titanium dinner
plates. Her lips began to quiver, not from fear, but from a bone-sapping
hopelessness I sensed across the spa even without an empathic link. My heart
went out to her. I knew what it was like to be enthralled.
Though I’d had
to stop her from destroying herself and us with her, I wasn’t going to
neutralize her power as I’d done to so many other witches gone berserk. And
witch’s breath hitched. A spike of power surged through her but fizzled back
into the aether . It was as if she’d attempted to hurt
him but failed. The vampire let out a soft, mocking laugh before pressing a kiss
beneath her ear. She shuddered, revulsion contorting her features.
And then he
was in front of me, tugging at my shirt with more determination than before.
The Fire witch’s chin lifted defiantly. She glowered as energy continued to
fill her. Worry built in the pit of my stomach for what she’d do with all that
magic. If the vampire thought he was safe from the Fire witch, it must mean
he’d enthralled her. Facts lined up
in my mind.
I was in Las
Vegas. The male’s accent held an obvious foreign lilt. His toffee skin and
features could presumably be Persian.
Oh, Zeus. This
was Nadir Khan!
No wonder he
lacked an Earth witch. Dea Woods had returned home
with her Guardian.
But my mother
wouldn’t have brought me here simply to meet the culprit. Something big would
go down somewhere. I still had to stop a witch from abusing their power.
My attention
shifted to the redhead beyond Nadir’s shoulder. If she couldn’t hurt her
vampire master, could she hurt herself? And if so, would she take us all out in her desperate quest to stop
the leech? The steady influx of Fire energy pouring through the room implied
she would.
The Fire witch
shook from the abundance of magic—magic her body dearly tried to contain.
Orange flame engulfed her eyes from within.
I was too
late.
Years of
mopping up supernatural messes had made my magical reflexes nearly as fast as a
vampire’s motions. I visualized an invisible sphere around the room. “Stop!”
Bodies froze
in place, droplets of water cascading off Susan’s body hung in mid-air, and not
an eyelash fluttered. Except mine. The spa looked as
if someone had hit the pause button on the remote control of life. And someone
had. I’d used a Time witch power—one I rarely used because I’d be burned alive
on a pyre if anyone realized I could do it. But I might be burned alive in a
Vegas spa if I didn’t take the risk.
Across the
stone floor, the Fire witch stood frozen in the act of exploding into pure
fire—a transformation spell. The upper portion of her body had blown apart into
an orange inferno spanning a quarter of the space. Her energy would engulf the
ceiling in the millisecond following my release of Time unless I did something.
The Fire witch’s stomach and pelvis were locked mid-transformation. A mere hint
of her figure remained within the orange blaze as the only marker a body had
once been there. And her lower half was still corporeal within its flame
coating.
What would
happen if I hit her with Water magic at this exact moment? Water was Fire’s
natural enemy. My fear she’d be killed made me try another option instead. I
worked to syphon away the energy she’d sucked into her from the aether . Using myself as the conduit, I sent all of the
unused energy back where it had come from. Then with a breath for fortitude, I
called on the air within the witch’s fire.
Removing the
air that fueled the fire had better not remove part of her now that she was only partially corporeal. I held my breath as
I released Time back into its ordinary flow.
Nadir swiveled
toward his captive. The Fire witch’s body reformed into her tangible shape. His
eyes narrowed to tiny slits.
“Do not use
your power unless I allow it!” His outraged shout echoed across the stone
space. “ All of you!”
The Fire witch
stared down at her fleshy hands, eyes spreading as wide as my titanium dinner
plates. Her lips began to quiver, not from fear, but from a bone-sapping
hopelessness I sensed across the spa even without an empathic link. My heart
went out to her. I knew what it was like to be enthralled.
Though I’d had
to stop her from destroying herself and us with her, I wasn’t going to
neutralize her power as I’d done to so many other witches gone berserk. And
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