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Griffin understood right away exactly what the images meant and how he could use them. There had been so many rumors about the blood rose bond that it was hard to know what to believe or not to believe.
But one of the accounts spoke exactly of this, the rise of new shared powers and the ability of the mastyr and his blood rose to work together to fight the enemy.
Whatever the case, with his battle shield still in place, he let the vision roll. It would slow as needed until he got a full picture of what he had to do. The battle would begin the moment he withdrew his shield.
He was fully aware that the activity overhead had died down and that soon he, Sandra and Yvonne would come under scrutiny. He had only a couple of minutes, if that, to get the women out of the fortress and past Margetta’s spell-shield.
Yet, more than at any other time in his life, he was ready.
In a fast streak of movement, he transferred his full-shield energy into pulses from each hand. Following the vision now playing through his mind, he sent hard swift streaks from each of his palms, directing them at the enemy’s red battle streams. He couldn’t believe how fast he’d made this happen. Explosions erupted and one of the vampires flew backward into the hedge screaming. One down.
Fulton threw an axe, which Griffin dodged with a quick lateral levitation because of the telepathic video. A split second later, the remaining vampire, Brayer, sent a pulse of battle power at Griffin. He met it with one of his own, sending a shower of combined blue and red sparks high into the air.
Fulton then ran at him, dagger in hand. At the same time, Brayer sent another series of battle energy pulses at Griffin.
Griffin fired back at Brayer and because of the images in his head he knew what Fulton meant to do. With precision timing and still holding his battle stream steady at Brayer, Griffin levitated and came down with a scissors grip around Fulton’s neck. Brayer withdrew his battle energy at the same time, otherwise he’d hit Fulton.
Griffin then somersaulted, flinging Fulton onto his back on the grass. Fulton’s dagger fell several feet away.
The images flowed, showing Griffin the angle of Brayer’s next attack. Griffin levitated swiftly and grabbed Fulton’s dagger. He whirled and arced in another levitation, meeting Brayer midair.
Griffin swiped the dagger across Brayer’s abdomen, gutting him. Brayer screamed and fell on his side.
Griffin knew Fulton was already rising to his feet, his battle energy vibrating heavily.
Levitating and shifting to a horizontal position again, Fulton’s battle energy pulsed harmlessly into the rose bushes. At the same moment, Griffin moved like a shot in Fulton’s direction then dragged the blade over his throat.
Fulton clutched at his neck, dropped to his knees, then collapsed on the grass, blood spewing between his fingers.
All three vampires were down.
Griffin didn’t hang around to make sure each made it to the afterlife. He had a tougher job to do right now, and his gut told him he only had a matter of seconds to escape the mist overhead.
At almost the same moment, Sandra’s new vision, of their escape path through Margetta’s mist, flowed into his head. In it, he saw wraith-pairs coming toward him in the garden. He didn’t look back to see if they were actually there; he felt it in his bones.
He levitated away from them and swept in Sandra and Yvonne’s direction. They were both ready and waiting for him, each with an arm extended high.
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hile still in flight, he caught Sandra with his right arm and Yvonne with his left, pulling them tight to his sides, grateful for his natural Guardsman strength. Neither woman uttered a sound as he carried them into the air at a phenomenal speed.
He pathed to both at the same time. I’ve got you. Stay calm if you can. We’re in Margetta’s spell now.
He had to slow to navigate the spell, but the pathway out of the mist was as clear to him as if he’d built it himself.
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The mist clung to Sandra, a fae itch on her skin. She could feel Margetta’s magic tugging at them from all sides. But the vision held true of the exact path Griffin needed to take. He flew slowly right now, easing left, then right, then back, always in motion.
Do you feel that, Griffin? The pull of the spell?
I do, but we’re almost there.
Suddenly, Griffin burst past the mist and into the night sky. He went fast once more, flying like a rocket, arcing northeast.
They’d made it.
