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“Well, no. But—”
“The point is, those beings are intelligent and kind, and this is no different from chopping a human up for parts. So, I am taking my friend’s fire home and as many others as I can carry. You need to decide whether you are going to die in that ceremony, because when it saps you of all your magic, there won’t be enough fire left to save everyone,” I growled.
“Charlie, there’s no way you can get past all of us.”
“See, that’s the thing. You’ve caused your own doom because you’ve been summoning the demons and burying them. That’s attracted other, more powerful races to find and uncover them. I’m not afraid that you have more witches because I have a very vengeful faei who would level this place in a heartbeat to get his love’s fire back.”
“If you’ll join me in coming together and casting a quick protection spell, we will be safe to perform our ceremony,” Debs said. From the corner of my eye, I saw the witches forming a circle, holding hands.
Daithi raced toward me. But he didn’t hold a ball of fire. His face was the picture of desperation.
Shit. New plan.
“I don’t understand—” Simon began.
I cut him off. “Forgive me for this, cousin.”
I punched him in the face, knocking him out completely. I shook out the pain lancing in my hand as Daithi reached me. He didn’t even look down at the unconscious witch in front of me. As the witches in the clearing started chanting, he glanced toward them in panic. “Charlie, I’ve found the fires,” he panted.
I looked at him incredulously. “Why didn’t you grab them?”
“I could not. The witches knew I’d be coming. They’ve found a spell that repels me. I can’t get close, and I can’t undo it in time. Charlie, please, we must hurry. They are—”
“I know. Where are the fires from here?”
“On the other side of the clearing. Behind the leader.” He pointed, and I could barely make out the tiny glimmers of lights that danced behind her.
“We can’t let them finish their spell. We don’t know what it will do to us.” I took a deep breath. “It’s the ‘raise hell’ part of the plan, Daithi. You do whatever faei can do and cover me. I’m going to play whack-a-mole.”
I ran toward them. Forget the sprint I did earlier. This one was pure adrenaline, refined athleticism, like I had been training since I could walk and this was for the Olympic title.
Instead of jumping obstacles, I was dodging witches as they tried to stop me from reaching the jars. I imagined I was a human Sonic the Hedgehog and no one could touch me. I threw punches and elbows but never took my eyes off my goal.
Piled high, there must have been at least fifty jars, each with a glowing ember inside. A fire which once lived inside a demon. A demon who was probably loved by someone that was praying they found their way home. I couldn’t tell the ages of these fires. I couldn’t know their history, but more importantly, I couldn’t tell which one was Savida’s in order to save him first.
Thinking fast, I stopped to pick up a branch by my feet … I charged. Armed with my wooden weapon, I swung and knocked a dozen jars over.
They smashed to the ground, glass exploding everywhere, and the fire that had been contained was released and flew back to its host—who I hoped wasn’t still underground. I didn’t stop swinging. Dodged a witch. Smashed some jars. Smashed a witch. Dodged shards of glass. No holds barred. No fucks given. I released all my frustration and rage.
Fucking Sweden!
Swing.
Fucking witches fucking shit up! Giving me a bad luck curse! Stealing my friend!
Crash.
Fucking Zaide and his unnecessary muscles!
Shatter.
Fucking Clawdicat fucking up my toilet rolls!
Smash.
Fucking Clawdia fucking up my head!
“Stop!” a voice shouted. A voice that sounded above all the other screams and yells. Authoritative and calm. So caught up in my rampage, I only recognized it when I looked up and saw Debs staring furiously at me.
