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Idris staggered over to the big rock, stripped off his sweaty shirt and dropped it beside him. “Shit,” he breathed as he watched Mzatal continue to prowl the perimeter of the diagram. The lord wore only flowing silk pants of deep maroon. No shirt or shoes, though his hair remained braided perfectly, as always. I watched with tired detachment as Mzatal tweaked a sigil, tested strands, and added additional potency to the call. Back on Earth the moon was near full, ideal for a beacon to call Szerain’s blade while Szerain was on Earth. If this part failed or was performed improperly we would have to wait another month to try again.
My gaze went to where Gestamar crouched, halfway between my boulder and the nexus. Once again he had my letter to Tessa tucked into his pouch in case he was summoned tonight and had the opportunity to arrange for its delivery.
“Idris,” I said. “Do you know why the demons put up with it?”
He tugged his boots off and set them on the rock. “Put up with what?”
“Put up with being summoned,” I said, watching Gestamar. He had his wings pulled in close as he crouched, making himself as small as he could be, which was a lot smaller than I’d expected a reyza of his size to be capable of. “It hurts,” I continued. “A lot. Gestamar told me that it hurts demons, too. But he also implied there was a reason they tolerated it, and not simply for the offerings they received.” I flicked a quick glance at him. “Have you ever been summoned?”
He squinched his toes in the sand and shook his head. “No, I came through with Mzatal.”
“Yeah, well, trust me, it sucks.” I grimaced, remembering. “It’s like being stretched and dragged over sharp rocks, and, well, it sucks.” My mouth pursed. “But Gestamar told me he gets summoned a lot.” I really hoped that Gestamar would be summoned tonight, and that shamed me a bit since I knew how much it hurt. It helped that the reyza had freely offered to carry the letter for me.
Idris nodded. “Since I’ve been here, if Katashi didn’t summon him on a full moon, then someone else did. That Gestamar wasn’t summoned last month was an oddity, but maybe that was because Katashi is—” He scowled. “—here. And a couple of times he’s been summoned on consecutive nights. That’s hard on him.” His gaze went back to Mzatal, and he sighed. “Crap. He’s not stopping.”
I shifted my attention to see the lord continuing to tweak and refine. As I watched, he pulled his ritual knife, made a small slice in his left forearm and bled into the quadrant. I winced as the sigils flared blindingly.
“I thought he was done,” Idris said. He scrubbed at his eyes, grimaced. He looked damn near as tired as I felt. “I should go lay support.”
“I’ll be your moral support,” I said with a weary grin as I lifted one arm. “Go, Idris, go!”
He snorted, smiled. “Maybe I’ll tell Mzatal to chill. That’d totally work.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, I’ll watch how that goes from waaaaaay over here.” I let my arm flop back to the stone, winced as the cut broke open again. “Crapsticks,” I muttered. Mzatal hadn’t healed it yet, not only because it was hardly life-threatening, but also because there was every chance I would need to bleed again.
“Hopefully, I’ll be back soon,” Idris said. “Maybe I can get away with only laying it and not working it.” He shrugged. “Normally, he’d have already told me to do it. I think he thought he was done, too.” He shrugged again, then headed toward the pavilion, leaving shirt and boots on the rock.
I took a few minutes to appreciate the view of the two shirtless men. Sure, Mzatal was my teacher and Idris was, well, not someone I wanted to get involved with, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t appreciate the fact that both were fine specimens of the male physique.
Laughing at myself, I pressed up to sit, then took several deep breaths as my head briefly swam. Idris completed and ignited his support structure, and immediately it dimmed as Mzatal began to draw from it. Poor Idris.
Gestamar suddenly twitched. I snapped my gaze back to him. Mzatal rose from his crouch and turned to face the reyza fully.
In the blink of an eye Gestamar became a whirlwind of movement, snarling as he laid a series of wards around himself so quickly he’d obviously prepared them earlier and had been holding them ready. I watched, frowning. What the hell was he doing? Faruk hadn’t done anything like this. Maybe it was different for reyza?
I flicked a glance at Idris. He stared as well, brow creased in similar bafflement. But he’s seen reyza summoned before, I reminded myself. If this looked weird to him, then that probably meant it was.
Mzatal called something out in demon, and Gestamar answered, still snarling and laying wards. The lord watched, not moving except to clench his hands at his sides.
Mzatal gestured to Idris, eyes never leaving Gestamar. Idris hurried over, and the two exchanged quick words.
“Kara! C’mon!” Idris called as he turned and ran back to the support diagram.
Grimacing, I pushed off the rock, staggering a few steps before I got my equilibrium back. Idris had barely shed a few tablespoons of blood, the perky fucker.
“What’s going on?” I asked as soon as I reached him.
Idris swept an assessing gaze over the diagram, then began to rebuild part of it in swift, precise tracings. “Hostile summoning,” he told me, quickly reworking sigils, in full-blown focused summoner mode. “Gestamar resists. Can’t assist directly since it’s locked straight onto his signature. We’re prepping in case his resistance fails.” He flicked a quick glance at me. “Lay a full perimeter around this diagram. Use the ascended model, quickly.”
Ascended model. I blinked. Hey, I know that one! I quickly moved into position and began.
Wind whirled around Gestamar, lifting sand as though he stood in the midst of a mini-tornado. He unhooked and dropped his belt with the pouches, then snorted heavily as blood burst from his nose in a spray. He bellowed and went completely still, features locked in intense focus. My pulse slammed as I finished the perimeter and ignited it with grove power. I’d never seen a demon arrive with any sort of nosebleed or demon equivalent. Then again, I’d never performed any sort of hostile summoning. I couldn’t even imagine how much effort it had to take to summon a demon so unwilling. Surely whoever it was had to be using multiple summoners, not only for the power, but also to be able to counteract the resistance quickly and effectively.
Mzatal lifted both hands to trace, wind whipping his silk pants around his legs. Gestamar gave a bellow full of pain and released the hold on his wards, as if unable to maintain anymore. The portal formed as soon as he did so, and I watched in numb horror as the arcane tendrils whipped out and around the demon. Gestamar bellowed again, looked to Mzatal and said three words, then let out a horrible reyza scream as the portal enveloped him.
And then he was gone.
The wind died to nothing, and silence fell, broken only by the whisper of falling sand and the sounds of our harsh breathing.
