(eng) Karen Chance - Dorina Basarab 4.5 by Dragons Claw

Author:Dragons Claw [Claw, Dragons]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

I felt our fangs slide across warm flesh—across but not in. Because, despite the advantages of slow-time, despite the fact that I had time to smell the creature’s sweat and the scent of rain he’d brought in with him, despite the fact that he never had a chance to utter a single syllable, magic suddenly flooded the air around us. And then we were being thrown, not by hands but by some kind of spell, across the room and through a wall.

And this one wasn’t made out of wood.

Old, crumbling bricks rained down everywhere, my spine declared that it had just received a new dent, and dust billowed into the air. And light—almost blinding after we passed out of that terrible darkness—flooded down from somewhere above in a brilliant cascade. One that allowed us to see a man coming through the wall behind us, his eyes widening as we came off the ground with liquid speed, a snarl on our lips and a gun in our hand.

One that did fuck all, despite us emptying the clip before he could move, because the bullets stopped feet away from his body.

They hung in air, caught by the wavering blue shield he’d created, and thrown outward what had to be five feet in all directions.

So, a mage, then.

Good, Dorina snarled.

Bad, I thought. And, sure enough, the gun in our hand suddenly burned red hot, like it had just come out of a forge. I was forced to drop it, our skin searing and smoking, even as Dorina flipped us over the bastard’s head. And started clawing our way through his shields from behind, something that shocked me almost as much as it did him.

I . . . hadn’t actually known you could do that.

Then Ray screamed, “Bag!” And my duffle, which I’d dropped in the outer room, came flying through the air.

Dorina caught it with one hand, which she then released to my control, while she kept digging with the other.

The guy’s shields were impressive; the watery substance that made them up sloshed around, filling the gaps Dorina was making almost as fast as she carved them out. And allowing him to spin under our grasp, since we were actually touching the outer casing of the ward instead of him. For a half second, he just stood there, staring at us.

As if to say “what is this crazy bitch up to?”

That, I thought, and slammed something down onto his shield.

Because, as I said, vamps and dhampirs are magic, but we don’t make magic. But I knew plenty of people who did. And some of them were war mages.

Thank you, James, I thought, and mentally grabbed Dorina, who was still digging trenches in the guy’s shields.

Until I pulled her off and sprang back, right before the fireworks started.

“Huh,” Ray said, picking his way through the rubble-filled gap in the wall. “Where’d you get that?”

“James—and Rufus,” I panted, because one of my war mage contacts also had a dad in the magical weapons trade, who in some cases was even more of a badass than his son.

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