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Guess his validation of “us” is important for him to say here and now.
“Anyone can hear you,” I grumble, as though all of this is but a nuisance.
Despite how fast my heart beats.
“Ophira is shielding the space.”
I frown at that as I look for the golden culprit of this apparent shield.
It takes a few seconds, but a glimmer of gold sparkles across a dome that makes itself present for a few seconds, confirming what Asher had just announced.
“Hisssss.”
Now, the serpent makes itself visible, the skin of invisibility exposing the golden scales along the massive creature that used its body to create an oval around all six of us.
“Thanks, Ophira,” Asher acknowledges her aid in shielding us.
“Hisssss.” The reply is loud with a pinch of magic that makes me feel like we need to be on high alert.
“Danger is approaching,” I whisper.
“We need to move,” Asher notes but looks over to Blair, Azrael, and Kali. “One of them has to wake up before we move. Can’t be imbalanced like this.”
He’s right.
“I’m attempting to use shadow magic, but it didn’t work.”
“What?” Asher frowns and lifts his hands up. They wiggle and outstretch as if waiting for a reaction, but nothing happens. “Well… great. This would have been a good time to recall that spell we learned from Professor D’Angelo about voiding magic nullification atmospheres.”
“And why don’t you know it?” I ask because I wasn’t in the class. Nor were we taught something as unique as that in my other classes.
“I don’t like Professor D’Angelo.” Asher gets to the point before he gently strokes Guinevere’s cheek. “Fucker is a fake ass who does anything that benefits him and not anyone else. He especially doesn’t care about the students. I skipped his class as many times as allowed. He only taught that spell because he intentionally noted it when I came the next day to class after skipping for weeks.”
“A lot of people don’t like Professor D’Angelo,” I note.
“Good reason. Selfish prick.”
I’m going to ask more, but my entire body shivers with a jolt.That’s not good.
“What?”
“Something powerful is coming this way.”
“Great,” Asher sarcastically states in annoyance. “Ophelia? Can you hear me?”
I notice a slight stir in her head movement and a pinch of her aura flicker to life.
She’s waking up.
“Plan?” Even if Guinevere wakes up, we obviously can’t use magic.
“Nope.” Asher’s honesty has always either amused or annoyed me. “So let’s flip a coin and hope whatever side it lands on means we’ll survive this first trial?”
“First trial,” I mutter and sigh.One out of three.“Heads.”
Asher smirks and leans down until his lips lightly brush Guinevere’s.
Her aura doesn’t spike.
