“What?”
He slid a questioning glance in her direction. “Can you get the book?”
She chewed her bottom lip. “I’m not sure.”
“I told you, only her death can break the spell,” Gaius snarled, the glow from his eyes filling the room with a malignant light. “If you’re truly determined to get your hands on the book, then you’ll have to kill her.”
Santiago refused to allow his gaze to waver from the witch’s youthful face. “Sally?”
She was shivering, but with a grim determination she studied the hole in the wall, as if she were actually able to see the strands of magic woven around the opening.
“If it’s sorcery, then it can’t be broken by magic.”
“Kill her, Santiago,” Gaius commanded, weakly attempting to stir Santiago’s fear. “She’s a danger to Nefri.”
Sally lifted her hand, her breath hissing between her teeth as she sent Santiago a startled glance.
“What is it?” he asked.
“When I was considering how to get the book, I assumed it was guarded by a spell.”
“And now?”
“If it’s sorcery, then it can’t be broken, but it can be—”
“Don’t listen to her,” Gaius sharply interrupted her. “She’s a witch, my son. Her very essence is a lie.”
Santiago ignored the disruption. “Can be what?” he pressed.
“Manipulated.”
“Listen to me, Santiago,” Gaius tried again to twist Santiago’s emotions. “She was created by the Oracles to destroy me.” He lifted a feeble hand. “To destroy us.”
If anyone had told Sally that one day she would play the role of hero (or was it heroine?) she would have laughed until she peed her pants.
All she wanted was to lay low and keep her head buried in the sand when bad things were happening.
Even her days as the conduit for the Dark Lord had been nothing more than a desperate attempt to survive. She certainly hadn’t drunk the Kool-Aid, and the minute she had the opportunity she’d given up all ties to her former allies.
Now, however, laying low wasn’t an option. Which meant that she had to somehow figure out a way to manipulate the sorcery spell while keeping the vampire that was pinned to the wall from sensing her considerable power.
She didn’t doubt for a second that the nasty creature would do whatever was necessary to stop her if he realized she might actually be one of the few witches alive today capable of gaining command of the spell.
Not vanity, just the simple truth.
“You keep changing your story,” she accused the creepy vampire even as she tentatively opened a small crack in her magical barriers. Barriers she’d created and kept wrapped around herself since she’d nearly been killed by her mother. Nothing like a near filicide to keep a girl on her toes. “First you said I was born from a long line of witches to protect the book and now you claim I was created by the Oracles to destroy vampires.”
“The Oracles created the first witches, you stupid bitch,” the creature growled.
Against her will she found her attention captured by his claim. Was it true? Had witches truly been created by the Oracles or was this man just a raving lunatic?
Allowing a part of her mind to concentrate on unraveling the complex weaves, she sent the vampire a puzzled glance. “Created to kill vampires?”
The glowing eyes were turned in her direction, but Sally didn’t have a clue if he could actually see with them. Not that it mattered. If he was like any other vampire, then his senses would be acute enough to pinpoint a roach a mile away even if he was blind.
“To contain me and mute our powers.” He spoke the words with the certainty of a true believer.
Right or wrong, he was convinced that witches had been created by the Oracles as some sort of weapon against vampires.
Sally frowned. “Why would they create an entire species to contain you?”
“They were jealous of my powers,” he said without hesitation. “They wanted me dead, but they dared not kill a god. The best they could do was lock me away with their pathetic magic.”
She grimaced; Sally was beginning to suspect that she’d grossly overestimated her skills as she realized that the web of magic was more than one spell. It was as if sorcery had taken the incantation of the thirteen witches and used each one to layer the spells one on top of the other. So it wasn’t thirteen times stronger, but thirteen to the thirteenth power.
On top of that, now that she’d actually opened her barriers she could feel her connection to the damned thing.
Maybe the creature was right.
Maybe she had been called by the book to travel to this location at this exact time.
Weirder things had happened.
“Not so pathetic,” she muttered.
Easily sensing her dismay, Santiago took a step toward her. “Sally,” he prompted.