“It is highly volatile.” Penny was still picking at her button, analyzing the spell. “They did a good job with it.”
“Take one last look, because it’s about to go boom.” I nodded to Callie, who plucked at Dizzy. They walked a ways to the side and started muttering, pulling items out of their satchels.
“Should we get closer so they can make their spell smaller?” Darius asked.
I judged the distance before glancing at Penny. “No. You can withstand the heat, and I won’t feel it, but my fire shield after it takes the spell’s energy would be too hot for Penny if we got closer.”
“Shield?” Penny asked, blinking those luminous eyes.
“Do we need to do all sides?” Callie asked as Dizzy muttered an incantation. A rudimentary sheen of red tumbled down from the sky like a curtain—a unique and somewhat on-the-nose way of enacting that particular spell—blocking the view and probably any sound from the other side.
“No. Just where humans might be wandering around.” Fire filled me in a rush, spreading heat into my limbs. For now, I ignored the pulsing coldness deep in my gut. I would be confronted with that soon enough. “In reality, he did us a favor by putting this thing way out here.”
“We’re sure it’s him?” Darius asked.
“Nope. But we’re hoping for the best.” I waited for Callie and Dizzy’s spell to meet the ground before moving my hands through the air, fingers spread.
Fire licked the gravel around my feet. Penny inched back.
I pushed my hands forward and the fire responded to my unspoken command, crawling toward the structure before pausing at the base. The spell was well rooted.
“This mage definitely knows what he’s doing,” I said, the words no more than a whisper in the hush. “Get ready for some potent and aggressive attacks.”
“I’ve been working on it since I saw you in New Orleans and I can’t seem to come up with a way to make fire do that,” Penny said, having inched up again. “I’ve tried everything I can think of.”
“It’s my cousin,” I said quickly. “In Canada. Experimental spells.”
“Cousin?” Dizzy asked.
“Oh yes, he is crazy, her cousin,” Callie said. I heard Dizzy grunt. He’d probably gotten an elbow to the side. I hoped so, at any rate. “Never does the same thing twice. Totally unpredictable. Don’t try to duplicate that; it could kill you. Reagan lives on the wild side.”
“But you don’t have a casing.” Penny pointed at my empty hands.
I lifted said hands, making the low-heat fire coat the outline of the spell.
“She started with the casings.” Callie cleared her throat. “I’ll explain it all when you come for training. It’ll be fine. Let’s just focus on the here and now.”
I half smiled, because Callie clearly needed some time to come up with a good lie. My humor dripped away, though, as I felt the vibrations of the spell turn angry.
“Here we go.” I increased the heat, crackling through the spell. Like snapping strings on a violin, pieces of it kept breaking away. Pop, pop, pop.
I threw up a curtain of fire in front of us for protection. The protection and concealment spells sizzled violently, unraveled or eaten away entirely by my power. Without warning, they burst, reacting exactly as Penny had predicted. An explosion of magic slapped against my wall of fire. Sparkles of color spread out across the flame curtain before I ripped it to the side, exposing a medium-sized warehouse with blackened windows and a plain door.
The door flew open and a shock of magic blasted out at us.
Chapter Thirty-Three
I caught the attack in fire and ate away the spell, making the mages’ eyes go round in astonishment. My return fire was exactly that: a thin stream of heat-intensive flame directed right at them.
It hit the first mage dead-on. He screamed and patted at his black robe before running off the steps and onto the gravel. Clearly he had forgotten the stop-drop-and-roll technique. The flame grew, about ready to burn him alive.
Gross.
I tore the fire away and jerked my head. “Darius.”
The vampire was there in a moment. Two strong hands wrapped around the mage’s head. Penny flinched at the crack that followed.
“What are you?” one of the mages yelled, staring at me with a slack jaw. Next to him, a female mage bent to her hands, her lips moving. They’d shut the door behind them.
A blast of green shot from the female mage, headed for Dizzy. He didn’t have time to counter, but a sheen of black rose up in front of him like a net, catching the mage’s spell like my fire might’ve. Unlike my fire, however, the sheen of black didn’t eat away the magic, or even unravel it. Instead, it wrapped around the spell, making an outline like a comet. It looked about ready to implode.
“Uh-oh,” Penny said. Clearly she’d thrown up the netlike spell, trying to mimic my magic. It was not wise to experiment on the fly.
“Run!” Penny screamed, throwing up another layer of magic.
“Penny, you’ll only make it worse,” Callie yelled before hurrying over to Dizzy, her hands full of supplies.
“I can undo it,” Penny replied, moving her hands through the air.
The spells fizzed and shook in midair, frozen in place but not subdued.
“Reagan,” Callie yelled. Penny was damn near the most powerful mage I’d ever seen. Dealing with her magic gone rogue would be too much for even dual mages of Callie and Dizzy’s caliber.
I created a sphere of fire around the mess of magic, and not a moment too soon. The cocooned spell reversed Penny’s intended goal. Spikes of magic shot out in all directions, pounding at my sphere from within. A few spears broke out, incredibly powerful from the merged energy of both casters. It punched divots in the ground and shot through the wood of the warehouse.
“Bad idea, Penny,” I said, out of breath. I felt the drain of power. “Don’t try to mimic my magic. It doesn’t work like yours.”
She nodded with an ashen face. “Okay.” She swallowed hard. “Okay.”
“Go, Reagan.” Callie motioned me away. “I got it from here.”
The female mage had run down the few steps while I was dealing with the magic, splitting up from her stunned male counterpart. She’d probably hoped the man would snap out of it and guard the stairs. Or maybe she just figured her chances were better on her own.
Leaving her to Callie, I charged the door, feeling that now familiar cold throbbing in my middle. The demon was in there, and I was about to drop in and say hi.
Darius got there before me. He grabbed the still-stunned mage out of the doorway and ripped him away, leaving the door for me. I kicked it open and ran into the warehouse.