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He won’t be the only casualty when he drops Marrok.
I was stupid to let Shock crawl in my head. But when I close my fists and focus on calling my magic back…it’s too late.
My blast reaches Bram. I scream, bracing for a tragedy that’s milliseconds from unfolding in front of me. But it never happens. The bright stream doesn’t strike the golden wizard. It bends around him like water flowing against the curve of a rock. Then it closes the distance between him and Mathias before bombarding the dark wizard in the center of his chest.
He staggers back and stumbles, gasping for air. His eyes flare wide in shock. Then he crumples to the ground, blood oozing from his nose, mouth, eyes, and pores. The undead Anarki follow like puppets who all had their strings cut at once, toppling to the ground.
“Bloody hell!” Shock heaves in my ear.
The Doomsday Brethren all stop, frozen. As one, they turn to me, incredulity all over their faces. Their collective amazement sucks the air out of the tunnel.
“Holy fuck. Remind me to never get on your bad side,” Ice mutters.
Caden whistles. “What the hell?”
I don’t even know what I did. “Is he dead?”
Duke approaches Mathias carefully and crouches. “Devastating injury. It would kill most wizards.”
Shock finally releases me. “But this is Mathias.”
Right. The wizard healed his own bullet wounds, so it’s possible I haven’t finished him for good. But he isn’t getting up. Or moving—at all.
“Get out of here,” Shock shouts, shoving me toward the exit.
“I’m not leaving without Marrok.” He’s still levitating a few feet off the ground, thanks to Bram. “We need to get him to safety.”
When I rush toward my mate, Shock wraps a giant manacle of a hand around my arm. “Get. The fuck. Out. Of here.”
“Take your bloody hands off her,” Duke demands.
“Piss off, you posh twat!”
“Shock is right. Duke, take her and go. I’ve got a score to settle here.” With broadsword in hand, Ice stalks toward Mathias, his voice full of cold purpose. “Since the only good dark wizard is a headless one, I’ll do the honors.” The closer he comes, the more his steps slow. “What the… His signature is nearly blank, almost like he has no magic. Bloody hell!”
“Is it possible she eradicated his?” Caden asks.
“Normally, I’d say no. But she’s a Le Fay.”
They all turn to me, their expressions part awe, part fear.
I did that? Am I actually powerful? Not ordinary and plain after all?
Suddenly, the Anarki jolt from their collective unanimated state to swarm Mathias’s unmoving body protectively, shoving Ice back and resuming the fight with him, Caden, and Duke.
Bram stumbles under the weight of Marrok’s bloody form, chugging toward the end of the tunnel and the night beyond. The undead give chase.
One yanks on his shirt, decaying mouth gaping in a parody of a smile as he hauls Bram to the ground and delivers a blow to his face. Another Anarki grabs him by the hair with a skeletal hand and yanks back. Bram protecting Marrok leaves him unable to defend himself. One Anarki lands a brutal punch into Bram’s jaw that sends his head snapping directly into the kick of another.
They need help—now. The rest of the Doomsday Brethren have been all but swarmed. I wriggle against Shock’s cruel hold.
“Hold still,” he barks.
“Let go!”
“Stop wasting your breath.”
No matter how I flail or kick, I can’t escape his incredibly strong hold. “I’m going to kick you in the balls the first chance I get!”
