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Connected magic
Wisteria
Wisteria
Not one single person in the coffee shop reacts to the dragon outside. They don’t even register that the window was just shattered. They just keep going about their business. People are swiping their credit cards as they pay for their drinks, the baristas are continuing their work, and a customer in the corner is curled up reading a book. Evander and I are the only ones who react.
My shield hums around us as our guards come rushing inside. I focus on the dragon, seeing the steam rising in its throat.
“We have to get out of here.” I grab Evander’s arm and yank him with me. “That dragon will burn this place to the ground to get to us.”
Together, we walk out onto the street. I can only hope that Natalia, Dove, and Jason are safe. The dragon doesn’t seem to want to go after them. Instead, its black eyes are focused solely on me. I call for my magic, but before Ishoot it toward the dragon, ten guys come up behind him. Each of them are carrying long swords, ready for a battle.
Hybrids, though each of them are dragon shifters, they also carry the blood of another species. That will make them harder to fight, but not impossible.
Our guards rush forward, meeting the men with trained precision. My eyes can barely keep up with the blur of movements. The dragon in front of me isn’t done though—it shoots hot fire from its mouth and nostrils, sending it straight for Evander and me. The fire never touches us, thanks to my shield, but it effectively blinds us. I can’t see anything past the white of the fire.
“How long can you keep up a shield against magical attacks?” Evander asks with an edge of panic in his voice.
“I don’t know—it’s never been tested,” I admit. The fae never would’ve risked me like that, but now I realize my mistake. I should know my limits. After we survive this, I am going to make Stellan practice with me, to hone my skills. I need to know exactly what I can take.
The fire seems to go on in an endless stream. My shield never wavers, but neither does the dragon.
“Stellan will be on his way. You just have to hold on until he can get to you.” Evander puts a steadying hand on my back like he’s trying to help support my magic. “You can drop the shield around me—I’m fireproof.”
I ignore him. He may be fireproof, but he doesn’t have the strength of a dragon shifter yet.
The fire comes steadily and I feel myself start to sway from the pressure. Evander’s hand tightens on my back and I know he can tell that this is a lot.
I feel another presence behind me. I keep my shield up, knowing it will protect us from anybody who is trying to harm us. I don’t turn to look, but I feel somebody touch my arm. Magic flows through me and pours out of mestronger than before. Curious, I look over and see a complete stranger standing beside me.
The guy is about my age, maybe a little older. He has short silvery blond hair and the most vibrant green eyes I’ve ever seen—there is no mistaking this guy for a human. But it isn’t his looks that has me gasping—it’s the way our magic connects. He feeds off my magic and I feed off his. Together, we blast our magic outward and it hits each of our enemies with one, strong attack. Instantly, the fire stops and the fighting is over. Eleven unconscious bodies lie on the street and sidewalk. Our guards look around, confused about what happened.
I turn fully to look at the guy, furrowing my brows as I study him. He’s still holding my arm as he looks around. I think he’s trying to make sure we got all of our enemies. There is something about him that is so familiar despite the fact that IknowI’ve never met him before. I would remember those eyes.
“Don’t touch my wife.” I hear a growl from behind me. I turn to see Stellan rushing toward us.
The blond guy looks amused as he lets go of my arm.
Stellan steps forward, like he’s ready to fight him, but I put my hand on his chest to stop him. I’m too awestruck to acknowledge my husband though. Instead, I focus on the blond guy.
“Did you feel that?” I ask him, still trying to comprehend what just happened.
He, unlike me, doesn’t look surprised. “That was our magic connecting.”
Stellan, once again, growls.
The blond ignores him though and focuses on me. “You’re shorter than I thought you would be.”
“I hear that a lot. But I’m confused.” I lift an eyebrow. “Should I know you?”
The smile slips from his face. “Yes, but we didn’t know where to find you. It wasn’t until news broke about the half fae, half elf that we were finally able to track you down.” He glances at Stellan and then at me. “We never imagined we’d find you living with dragon shifters.”
“I don’t know who you are, but if you don’t stop looking at my wife you won’t be alive long enough for introductions.” Power pours from Stellan at his words—it’s so thick I can almost taste it.
“I heard dragon shifters ooze power like pheromones. It’d be intimidating if I didn’t know one strike of my magic would have you down for a few hours, crown prince or not.” The guy crosses his arms over his chest and looks at Stellan. “I’m not interested in dating your wife, I assure you.” He looks at me again. “Your mother and my father were siblings.”
