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Too bad for him that it didn’t work physically. She struck out, bringing her knee up to crush his balls.
A cry of agony wrenched the air and Ness collapsed to the ground; her legs momentarily too weak to catch her. She pushed herself back as the now sorely pissed off scout bore down on her yet again.
“Stupid bitch!” he cried, yanking at her hair. “You aren’t worth the paper your contract will be printed on. Just like your friend.” Roughly he pulled her hair back, as she continued to struggle.
Friend? Did he mean Ryn? What the hell did he want with Ryn?
The scout roughly pulled her head down, and out of the corner of her eye she saw him lift his fist, bringing it down to strike her. She lifted her arm to protect her head, bracing for the impact that was sure to come.
But no pain came. Instead, a burst of lavender sparks splashed across the infirmary. The scout lost his grip, crashing back into a cart of various medical instruments before crumpling to the floor.
What the flying fu…
At the end of her forearm right where the scout had struck poised a lavender tinted shield.
A literal energy shield. Attached to her arm. Coming from her.
Casters didn’t suddenly just generate new gifts in their twenties. Never in her life had she ever been able to produce a shield. She’d know - it would have come in handy more than a couple of times during her internship as an enforcer for the local Chartin coven, where she’d been forced to travel all over western Canada hunting down rogue immortals. And even if she had always been a shielder, she sure as fuck shouldn’t have been able to generate one that glowedlavender. Purple itself could speak to any number of combinations of demonic essences such as wrath and lust, but lavender…no that specific shade spoke of only one possible thing.
Humility.
And she wasdefinitelynot a caster of virtues. She could still feel greed and sloth inside her, evidence that her powers had not suddenly disappeared. But there, buried deep amongst the naturally frolicking essences that ran through her system was a new feeling: a golden filament that wove through the haze of the sins.
Humility.
She twisted her arm back and forth, the lavender sheen distorting anything she looked at through it. How the hell Acton managed to see through his own when he fought was beyond her.
Wait a second. Acton. This was literally the exact same as Acton’s shield.
“Gods damn it,” she cursed, running her hands through her hair causing her shield to cross her face, blurring her vision once again. “Not again.”
“Not again what?” came the cultured voice of the man leaning against the door frame. “Oh, and look here. I was expecting a Sleeping Beauty, not a Beast. Look at him!” The man waved his arm toward the unconscious scout, blood running from a cut on his forehead.
Normally Ness wasn’t one for the disheveled look, what with the man’s unruly auburn curls and week-old stubble plastered across his jaw. But the way he leaned against that door frame with a roguish twinkle to his bright emerald eyes made her question her previous tastes. This man was wrapped in sin, tied in a bow with humor that all but oozed from his pores.
Delicious.
Dooooown girl. Now was not the time to take in the eye candy.
“Well would you look at that!” the man said, crossing the room to study Ness’ outstretched forearm. “That’s a pretty trick. And from the look on your face I’d say it’s not an expected one.”
Ness just stared at him.
“Not very talkative, are you?” the man’s grin spread. “I’m surprised by that. I would have expected a friend of Ryn’s to be a bit more like her.”
Ness’ warning meter hit a ten. Very few people called Aeryn Ryans by her nickname.
Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!
“Relax,” the man said, his face softening. “I’m Felix, Ambassador for Sarnas. I came to collect you.”
Ness raised a curious brow, her shield still lifted precariously between them.
“So did he, and you see where that got him.”
Felix waved off the comment. “Yes well, probably deserved it. Considering he’s from Boralis he was probably doing something stupid like pulling your hair.”
“He did pull my hair,” Ness deadpanned, crossing her arms over her chest - an act more awkward than she would have liked to admit considering the glowing aura of lavender still protruding from her body. While it didn’t impede her movements or act as a physical barrier for herself, it was still an extremely trippy experience watching it slice into her belly when she folded her arms.
