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The next blow was so hard, however, she fell off the side of the bed and landed face down on the floor. He straddled her next then pulled on her hair, forcing her head up and back.
The combination of factors, of having been struck to the floor and the agony of her hair being pulled had its effect. Her meditative state vanished. She was fully present in the bedroom now and his mating vibration hummed deep inside her chest.
When her own mating frequency responded, she cried out telepathically. Ian, help me! I can’t hold out any longer.
Because she’d used telepathy, Margetta’s spell struck as though an axe severed her skull. She screamed in pain.
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Ian heard Regan’s telepathic cry for help at the same moment he arrived at the Venaset Mountains. He doubled his speed, whipping through the troll’s directions. He found Ben’s driveway set back from the main road, just as Scott had described it.
When he levitated about fifteen feet up the drive, however, he felt a powerful compulsion to turn and leave the property. A spell prevented any Realm-person from simply walking up to the house. He couldn’t see much of anything, either, except a lot of forest. He felt confused as well, more indications a spell was at work.
Ian again remembered Regan’s method of deep focus. He closed his eyes, and forced himself to continue up the hill. He brought his battle energy forward and faced his palms toward what felt like a tangled net of a spell. He thought it surprising he could discern the nature of the formula, almost thorny and angry, but with numerous holes. He’d learned a lot from Regan.
He had the impression that whoever had concocted this spell had been pissed off and i
n a hurry. He realized then just how much he’d shared with Regan when she’d broken down Margetta’s spell.
As he centered his thoughts on the spell, he discovered its weakness and he brought his battle energy flowing into his right palm.
Opening his eyes, his mind once more felt confused as though he didn’t know what he was looking at. But that was a result of being in the middle of the spelled territory. He opened his hand and fired a quick array toward the thorny spell.
He watched as his blue battle energy popped and sparked in several places, sending smoke into the air.
When the rest of Ben’s driveway came into view, Ian knew he’d broken the spell.
He flew swiftly up to the house.
Before he even opened the front door, he heard Regan’s screams. His fangs emerged as he followed the sound of her pain to what was a back room, probably a bedroom.
He shoved the door wide.
When he saw Ben sitting astride Regan, pulling on her hair, a red hue of rage covered Ian’s eyes. Ben looked euphoric as well, a strong clue that he was a split-second away from forging the blood rose bond with Regan. He could sense both their mating bonds swirling and tightening.
He levitated then flipped to a horizontal position. He flew above Ben, caught his shoulders, pulled him off Regan and slammed him into the wood bedframe. Ben slumped sideways, though lifting his head and shaking it.
Ian returned to Regan, intending to pick her up and get her out of there. But the next moment, Ben was on him and had Ian in a choke hold.
Ian thought he’d be able to break free easily since he had more essential muscle mass than Ben. But he caught the scent of Regan’s blood and knew that it now flowed through Ben. He was powered as never before.
Ian grabbed Ben’s arm, but he couldn’t break the hold on his neck.
The next thing he knew, Regan was in front of him, her hands settled on his forearms. Power surged through him. A moment later, she quickly backed away, tucking herself next to the bedside table.
Ian stepped forward with his right foot and at the same time, twisted slightly. Using his left elbow, he smashed into Ben’s ribs.
Ben loosened his grip, grunting in response.
Ian grabbed Ben’s left arm, and using his fangs, ripped into his muscle and tore out a chunk of his forearm.
Ben shouted in pain, then levitated backward several feet almost to the wall by the bathroom. He held his arm with his other hand, clearly healing the wound. He was doing it fast, too, another powerful side effect of Regan’s blood.
After a moment, Ben lowered his shoulders and knees, getting into a combat position once more.
Ian spoke to Regan. “Get yourself someplace safe. I’ll finish this.”
Regan moved swiftly to stand near the door by the dresser, but she didn’t leave. “I’m not going anywhere. We’ll see this through together.”
