Ancient Magic: a New Adult Urban Fantasy (Dragon's Gift: The Huntress Book 1) (23 page)

“Oh, my ribs,” Del moaned. “Definitely cracked a few.”

She leaned against me as we waited for Aidan to finish demanding obedience from the giant beasts. Nix thumped to the ground and rubbed her calf.

“Those stone bastards packed a hell of a punch,” she muttered.

“Good thinking with the mallets,” I said. “They were special, right?”

She nodded. “A modification of Thor’s hammer.”

I looked down at my mallet—excuse me, hammer—with more respect. Nix couldn’t create conjurations that had magic, but if there was magic around her, she could put it into her conjuration—like she’d done with the chalice that we now hunted. She must have taken some of the crazy magic in this place and created a version of Thor’s hammer.

“Badass,” I said.

“Thanks.” She climbed to her feet as Aidan landed in front of us.
 

In a swirl of golden light, he turned back into a man.

“Damn,” Del said. “I’d kinda hoped you’d end up naked.”

He grinned. “Not since I was a pup.”

“Ah well.” She shrugged.

I tried not to think of him naked. What was wrong with me? Even in the middle of this situation, I couldn’t help myself.

I turned to face the manor house. It loomed over us, creepier up close than it had been from far away. It had dozens of mullioned windows, ornate cornices, and stonework arches. The sort just perfect for mean little pixies to hide within. Expansive stone steps led up to a pair of enormous black doors. Even the stone appeared black in the moonlight, and the windows were dark.

“Think our guy is inside?” Aidan asked.

“I feel him coming from that direction, so probably.” I started up the stairs.

“Excellent,” he said. “When we come upon him, let’s attack from different directions. Cass and I, Del and Nix.”

“Okay,” I said.

“Those mallets should take care of the doors, then,” he said.

“Not a chance,” Nix said. “No point in using a hammer when we can use a key.”

We reached the landing, and Nix leaned her mallet against the wall. I held on to mine because I liked it. It wouldn’t do for my normal work—I didn’t want to be smashing my way through temples and tombs—but it was fun for now.

Nix held her palm out facing upward and touched the lock with her other hand. A blue glow enveloped both her hands. A moment later, it faded, leaving behind a golden key in her upturned palm.

“This should do it.” She slipped it into the lock and turned.
Snick
.

She pushed it open. The door creaked as it swung, like we were entering a haunted house.
 

Of course.

The dry air that rolled out smelled like neglect and abandonment. As we stepped into the large foyer, the feeling only intensified. I pulled my lightstone from my jacket and shoved it onto my finger. Del did the same with hers. Nix didn’t carry one, but it was more than enough light to illuminate the foyer.
 

It was an elegant space, with marble floors and a soaring ceiling. An enormous chandelier hung overhead, and a sweeping staircase ascended to the second floor. Enormous paintings hung on the wall, and marble statues dotted alcoves.

Fortunately, they didn’t come to life. But the stain of old dark magic dripped down the walls.

“Fancy,” Del muttered.

“Very,” I said. “But I don’t think he lives here. There’s almost no magic. Just the shadow of it.” I pointed toward the ceiling where the shadow of magic dripped like tar down the walls.

I’d expected more wild magic within the house. Instead, it felt almost peaceful. I shivered as an awful feeling rolled over me. It was peaceful, but not in a nice way.
 

“Feels like death,” Aidan said.

I couldn’t agree more. There was something dark here. Far darker than the magic that had enchanted the garden or allowed the foreign Phantoms to set up shop in the village. Not just magic that had died, but something worse.

“We shouldn’t stay here long,” Aidan said. “Which way, Cass?”

“Ahead. Toward the back of the house.”
 

We crossed the marble foyer, keeping our footsteps silent. We hesitated at the double doors. I propped my mallet against the wall and drew my knives. As much as I loved the mallet, my knives were better against the thief. If he was on the other side of this door, I wanted to be ready.

We nodded at each other, then slipped through the doors. The room on the other side was empty. An enormous dining room stretched out before us. My light glinted off the suits of armor lining the long room. Normally, I’d expect them to come to life.
 

Here, I wasn’t worried. Animated armor was almost sweet compared to the feeling that pervaded this house. If despair had a smell or a taste, it would be what I was currently sensing.
 

I jerked my head toward the door on the other side of the room, and my comrades nodded. We skirted around the long table, which was still set with an elaborate meal. Though it looked fresh, I’d guess it’d been there for centuries.
 

We hesitated at this door as well. At Aidan’s signal, we pushed it open and went through.

Nothing.

Just an empty sunroom dotted with chaise lounges and settees. The large glass windows looked out on a partially destroyed cathedral. My dragon sense tugged hard.

“In there.” I pointed at the cathedral.
 

“Why the hell is he in there? That’s almost spookier than this house,” Nix whispered.

She was right. The cathedral was built entirely of stone. It was far too big for an island this size. The walls soared high, crumbling here and there. The roof was long gone and so was the glass, leaving empty spaces in the ornate stone walls.

“He’s definitely in there,” I said. My dragon sense was pulling harder than ever, which often happened when I neared my prey.
 

“This place is freaking weird, and this thief is freaking weird,” Del said.

“We’ll split up,” Aidan said. “Enter from different sides.”

“Good idea,” I said.

He looked at me. “You and I will go from the left, Del and Nix from the right. The way those walls are crumbling, it won’t be hard to find an entrance. We’ll go quickly across the grass and enter the cathedral sixty seconds from when we leave this room.”

I nodded. My
deirfiúr
both said, “Agreed.”

Del and I both looked at our watches, then nodded at our partners. We all slipped out the door and raced across the grass, veering off to head for our assigned sides of the cathedral. Aidan loped ahead of me, his long legs carrying him farther faster.
 

The moon shined brightly, illuminating our path. I prayed to magic that the thief wasn’t looking out a window. And that he didn’t have guards on the lookout.

Aidan and I leapt over a fallen column and sidled up to the cathedral wall. We edged over to a gap in the stone. I glanced at my watch, then up at Aidan and mouthed, “Five seconds.”

I peeked around the edge of the wall and into the space. The cathedral was empty, the floor grown over with grass. Movement caught my eye from the front. A dark-haired man stalked back and forth, a black bag at his feet. The thief. He looked like he was waiting for something.
 

He whirled toward us, as if he sensed something. Our sixty seconds were up and I had a clear line of sight, so I flung a dagger at him.
 

Quick as a flash, he threw up his hand, and a bolt of lightning knocked the dagger away. Thunder boomed, vibrating my chest, and the scent of ozone rent the air.

I lunged backward. Holy magic, I’d never seen anyone throw lightning before.
 

Aidan surged into the room. He used his magic to lift a fallen column off the ground. It hurtled through the air at the thief. Again, the Lightning Mage threw a sparking white bolt. Aidan lunged behind the wall.

The column exploded, the sound vibrating my eardrums. The smell of singed stone burned my nostrils.
 

How the hell were we supposed to fight this guy? He had lightning.
 

“Use your powers,” Aidan demanded. “You’re a damned Mirror Mage. Blast him back.”

“I could kill us all!” I looked back into the room in time to see Del and Nix enter from behind the thief.
 

Nix had conjured lightning rods and placed them a dozen feet in front of them, like a shield. As they advanced, she conjured more lightning rods, an ever-extending field of protection.

Until the Lightning Mage whirled around and saw what faced him. He laughed, a dark sound, then flicked his hand. Another fallen column rose into the air and battered down the lightning rods. The thief threw an enormous bolt of lightning at them that cracked through the air.

It parted and arced up, forming a domed cage of lightning over my
deirfiúr
. Trapped.

“No!” Enraged and terrified, I raced into the cathedral. I had to stop him before he killed them. I raised my knife to hurl it as the thief spun around. He raised a hand and launched an enormous bolt of lightning at me.

One crystal thought flashed in my mind.
I’m dead because I didn’t use my magic.

Something enormous crashed into my back, throwing me to the ground behind a column, blocking me from the lightning. Pain blossomed in my injured shoulder as I rolled to see the lightning strike Aidan, who’d become a griffon. He lit up like a lightbulb, shaking, then collapsed, his huge form limp.

I gasped and reached for him.
 

Oh, fates, not Aidan. He’d thrown himself in front of lightning for me. He couldn’t be dead.

But he looked it.

More than anything, I wanted to go to him. But if I did, we were all dead.
 

They relied on me.

And the only chance I had was to use my magic. I couldn’t beat this guy with knives or quickness. Oh, fates, I didn’t want to blow us all up. If I tried to use lightning, that wasn’t outside the realm of possibilities.

But my
deirfiúr
were in that cage and Aidan lay dead or dying.

I blew out a shaky breath, then opened myself up to the thief’s magic. It sparked and crackled as it washed over me, lighting me up in a way that made me feel entirely alive. I absorbed it, picturing myself as a lightning rod.

When I felt full to bursting with electricity, I tried to gather it up, to harness it. The scent of ozone filled my nose. I envisioned myself throwing a bolt of lightning right at him, then popped up from behind the column. He was striding toward me. I threw out my hands and released the lightning.

It went awry, an enormous bolt hitting one wall. The stone exploded and crumbled, throwing dust into the air.
 

Damn! I dived behind the column again. Fortunately, the rocks had missed my
deirfiúr
and Aidan. But they’d also missed the thief, who’d been thrown to the side. I seriously doubted he was dead.
 

My entire body shook as I tried to harness the lightning again. I envisioned less of it. It’d be easier to control, and maybe I’d keep him alive long enough to ask some questions. How had he found me? Why did he want me?

Once I had a grasp on the lightning, I peered up over the column. He was climbing to his feet from where he’d been thrown. I stood, but before I could throw the lightning, he caught sight of me. His dark eyes blazed as he threw a bolt.

I dived to the side, barely missing being struck by it. I lunged up and threw my bolt at him, praying.

It hit him square in the chest. He shook and fell, his body alight.

I sprinted to him. It’d been a small bolt. Was he dead?

I skidded to a stop near him and straddled him, my hands around his throat. They hit a thick metal collar, but it didn’t strike me as odd when I felt his magic. He was alive. Which I could have guessed since his electric cage still buzzed over my
deirfiúr
. It should fade when he died.

He looked young—not more than twenty. He had black eyes and would have been handsome if his magic didn’t feel so awful—dark and polluted. It washed over me. It felt like drowning in tar made up of people’s evilest impulses. Though strangely, it didn’t feel connected to him. Like it was separate. It made no sense.

I shook him. “What do you know about me?”

His eyes fluttered open, then widened.

“FireSoul,” he hissed.

“How do you know?”

He just laughed. His dark magic pulsed, making me want to retch. It felt like it reached inside of me and twined about my insides, squeezing.

“Tell me or I’ll kill you,” I demanded.

“You kill me, he kills me. What’s the difference? It would be a blessing.”

“Who is
he
? Do you work for someone?”
 

His black eyes rolled in his head. “He hunts you. You are the hunted now, Huntress.”

“How do you know that name?” Only my
deirfiúr
knew that name. I shook him hard and he coughed.

“The scroll,” he wheezed. “I read it. Master will be pleased to know where you are.”

“Master? Who the hell is that? Why does he want to know where I am?” Fear chilled my skin.

“Master hunts us all.” He stared up at me with blank eyes.
 

“All?”

“All of us. FireSouls.”

Us? It hit me then, with sickening clarity. The collar. His immense power. He was an enslaved FireSoul. Possibly enslaved by the man from my nightmare—the one who’d kept me in that dark stone room.

It was monstrous.

My gaze caught on his collar. There was a large latch on the front. It enraged me.
 

I pushed on the latch. The collar popped off.
 

He sucked in a harsh breath. The dark magic that had pulsed from him surged from the collar, washing over his body. Suddenly, his own magic felt purer, cleaner. It smelled like the desert and tasted like oranges. But the tar of the dark magic still covered it, sick and evil. His skin darkened, turning gray, as if the evil magic within him were rising to the surface.

“Does he know where I am?” I asked.

His gaze met mine. His eyes had changed from black to blue. And they were clearer. As if his mind were no longer fogged by the collar.