Diana Tregarde 3 - Jinx High by Mercedes Lackey

Author:Mercedes Lackey
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-11-16T21:20:57+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

A sharp pain caught Di right between the eyes. The screen of the laptop blurred and vanished as her eyes unfocused; then her vision blanked.

Jesus Cluny Frog—what— She grabbed the edge of the desk to steady herself and give her a reminder of where "reality" was. She exerted control; the smoothness of the cool, lacquered wood beneath her palms gave her something to concentrate on. Her vision came back, but she ignored the now-blank screen in favor of vision of another sort.

A fraction of a second later, she knew what had happened, and to whom, as well. Monica. Power pulse right in her lap. Hot damn—first shunt some of that off into my shields—

The pain vanished as she took the overflow of energy and gave it somewhere to go.

Now, let's see what's going on out there.

She closed her eyes and focused, following the tie from herself back to Monica. Something just bumped in on top of her. That's what caused the pulse. Now what is it, anyway? She "read" the energy signature just as eddies in the power flows told her that the creature was bracing itself to attack the girl. You little—no you don't, you twisted bastard!

She shunted all the energy she'd drained off and plenty of her own besides into the shield around the girl, just at the moment it impacted against the barrier. She felt it "scream" in her mind. Then she felt it "die."

Good riddance to bad rubbish. Ye gods, I hate those things. Bloody little sadists. Now, let's just follow the shock wave back to your daddy, and find out what kind of magician it was that gave an imp that much power to play with. Normally the little creep would never have dared take on a shield, no matter how weak it looked.

She stretched her probe out, very carefully, very cautiously. The very last thing she wanted to do was alert this magician to her presence. Better to take things slowly; undoubtedly she'd miss out on some information, but it wasn't worth the risk of having this guy decide to rush the job on Monica. There's time. I can afford to stick around until I've got this guy taken care of. Nothing worse has happened than Monica getting scared out of her shorts. But if I rush him, he may up the ante before I'm ready, and I can't be everywhere. And if the Guardian stuff decides not to kick in, all I've got to depend on is little old me, and maybe Larry. Her probe met resistance; a shield. A shield with the boundaries roughened with pain. Aha. The plot sickens. So you felt that, did you? Good. About time the threefold retribution clause kicked in.

An old shield; layered and reinforced with decades of spell casting. It had the slightly "artificial" feel that she had come to associate with High Magick. It also had the "constructed," crystalline matrix that told her that the sorcerer had no sensitivity to energy flows at all.

Her shields, her magic, were a lot more organic.

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