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“So, he shared that power with ten other humans, who became the Mage Council.”
Evie nodded, clearly impatient. Despite the topic, I smiled.
“We’ve always wondered exactly where the Mage Council got their power from,” I said. “They are, after all, humans. Unlike the witches, there’s no evidence that theyeverhad power in their bloodlines. And yet they pass varying amounts of magic down to mages who move up the ranks.”
“Yeah.” Evie turned to pace. “And those mages take vows which literally prevent them from breathing a word about where their magic comes from.”
“That’s right. But most paranormals know the mages are full of shit.”
She went still.
“Ooh, story time,” a voice said. Finvarra leaned against the open wall, the hint of a smile playing around his mouth, although his eyes were cold.
Kyla opened her mouth, and I shot her a look. She scowled.
Evie looked at Finvarra. He shrugged. “Long have I wondered where those humans were getting their magic. I believe Samael had several of his people working on it full time at one point.” He glanced at me. “And wolves are known for their inability to leave a mystery alone.” Turning his attention to Evie, he angled his head. “If I asked you to give some of your power to a human, could you do it?”
She frowned. “Not that I know of. The more powerful witches have attempted to share magic with less powerful coven members before, and it has never worked.”
“That’s because power is intrinsic to its owner,” Finvarra said. “Ever since the portals opened, we’ve been attempting to find out where the mages were getting their power.”
“And?” Evie narrowed her eyes, clearly out of patience. “Where are they getting it?”
Finvarra glanced at me, and his gold eyes lit with understanding. “From the demigod. The portals opened, and paranormals flooded this world. The McCormick coven died instantly. But Colin Smith survived. Didn’t he?”
I nodded, glancing down at the notes. It all made a sick kind of sense.
“The witches didn’t expect to die. But even though they were stupid, they weren’t complete idiots. They’d brought Naud chains with them.”
Evie shivered, and I couldn’t help but run my hand over her back. Naud chains were one of the few ways to prevent a paranormal from using their magic.
“Colin Smith was close enough that he followed the trail of death to the place where the demigod had been sleeping. The witches had used their magic to uncover the cave, and while the demigod was technically awake, he was too weak to function—likely confused after being woken from thousands of years of sleep.”
“The bastard used the Naud chains, didn’t he?” Kyla asked.
“Yes.”
Evie’s face drained of color. “But how did Colin steal the demigod’s power?”
“Rees’s people don’t yet know. If they did, they probably would have tried to do it themselves.”
“Just what we need,” Kyla muttered.
“So, all this time, they’ve had a demigod in Naud chains while they steal his power.” Evie’s hair began to do that eerie thing where it ruffled in a silent breeze. She started glowing again too. Something we’d thought she’d gained control over.
Finvarra gave her a cold, considering look that made me want to tear out his throat.
She just shot him her I-dare-you smile in return, her eyes turning witchy.
“As much as I wouldn’t mind seeing you take out Finvarra, can we get back to the point?” Kyla muttered.
Finvarra flashed his teeth at her. She held up her middle finger.
I pinched the bridge of my nose.
“We have to do something about this demigod,” Evie said.
Kyla nodded. “Fuck those mages. We’ll cut off the source of their power and watch them scatter like rats.”
