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“I can’t cover you anymore. There are too many. Go, so we can fight without the distraction of worrying about you.”
He has another point, damn him. With a sob, I throw my arms around Marrok and press a kiss to his lips, lingering longer than I should. This can’t be the last time I see him, touch him. “Hang on. D-don’t leave me yet.”
A spark of Mathias’s magic zips past my ear and takes a hunk from the concrete inches from my feet.
Bram curses and shoves me. My heart feels like it’s breaking as I dart toward the end of the tunnel, the chill of the undead Anarki looming too close behind me. Adrenaline charges my veins, mixing with that potent rush of energy I felt earlier.
Steps before I dash out of the tunnel and into the moonlight, a figure blocks my path. Leather, sunglasses, and bad attitude.
Shock.
Chapter Sixty
I skid to change direction, but the wizard snakes out a beefy arm and catches me against his chest. “Let me go, traitor.”
“Shut up,” he growls in my ear as he turns me to face the battle. “Take what you’re feeling and release it!”
“Bite me!” I strain for escape.
His grip only tightens as the melee of battle rages around us. “That energy inside you. Mask your goddamn thoughts and let it fly!”
Bram and Mathias focus on each other in a face-off, staring and waiting for the other to twitch first. Power hums in the air, clashing and crashing, frightening me.
“Do it!” Shock snarls. “Now.”
“Go to hell! You betrayed us—”
“Does your mouth have an off button?” He clamps my wrists and yanks my hands in the air. “Marrok is enduring agony after excruciating centuries alone—for you. If he pulls through, but you let Mathias take or end you, you’ll only be prolonging his pain. You want that?”
No!
Why does Shock give a shit? I swallow the question—along with my grief and despair—as the undead Anarki run at me. Energy screeches inside me like a crescendo, tight and keening louder and more emphatic with each ticking second. Mathias, the bastard. The mate killer. The cruel asshole. The litany ramps up my anger, smothers my fear, and blasts me with a power I’ve never felt.
“Good. Then fucking listen,” Shock spits in my ear. “When I tell you, take that energy ramping up inside you and blast it.”
“I don’t take orders from you.”
“Is this hissy you’re having more important than your mate?”
It’s not. I have to start masking my thoughts the way Sabelle taught me. In my head, I chant a sarcastic version of “Camptown Races.” How many people want to kick some ass? I do! I do!
Shock chuckles.
Bram and Mathias raise their hands and blast one another. Their energies collide, like two high-speed trains on the same track, crashing head-on. The resulting impact is terrible and awesome. Fire roars at the ceiling, then flames out toward Bram.
He ducks and feints, then hoists Marrok from the ground.
What is he doing? The chaos whirls inside me faster.
Shock grips me, fingers biting. “Now! Do it!”
As if his words are the match on a tinderbox, a lightning-like spark jolts through my body. Thunder follows, rolling to my palms. I shudder. The gathering energy sizzles my skin, zips down my fingers, and shoots from the tips. As it jets through the air, I see it, white, gold, and violet skeins shooting in a blinding spectacle of light.
But it’s set to make direct impact on the wrong person.
“Bram!”
He can’t hear me. He continues transporting Marrok, who’s covered in blood and looks terrifyingly still. Oh, god. My blast will hurt Bram when it zaps him in the back. I might even kill him.
