Disha by Ingrid Seymour & Katie French

Author:Ingrid Seymour & Katie French [Seymour, Ingrid]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-06-26T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Drew hit the scarecrow like a wrecking ball.

For a creature over eight feet in height and hundreds of pounds in weight, he moved with amazing speed. One moment, the scarecrow was hovering over the sand with a smug look on his face and the next, Drew was on him, grabbing boney arms and pulling as if to rip our captor apart.

The scarecrow made a screeching sound and struggled, attempting to free himself from Drew’s massive hands. It coiled and slithered like a terrified snake, but it was no match for Drew. Thick meaty fingers pulled and pulled on the scarecrow’s arms until I was sure they’d be ripped clean away. The scarecrow was like a baby snake in a naughty child’s hands, about to be squashed and ripped to pieces.

Why would the scarecrow force Drew to shift? Obviously, he had no idea what Drew was capable of in his current state. Drew didn’t have magic, but he had mighty. Holy shit, did he ever?

Suddenly, the sand bucked like a wild animal under Drew’s feet, throwing him forward and spilling him onto the ground. The scarecrow broke free, rolling back as the hag advanced. She had her treebark necklace in one hand and was using the other to push rolling mounds of sand in Drew’s direction.

Whenever Drew tried to stand, the ground would buck, throwing him off his feet again. Seeing this, both the oily warlock and the scarecrow warily advanced. They sensed that if they could keep Drew off his feet, they could pin him.

The hag stepped in the sand beside me, eyes on Drew. She wasn’t close enough to kick, staying just out of my reach as she blasted Drew again.

I could not let them take Drew down. I knew that would mean both our lives would be forfeit. The scarecrow didn’t seem to care much about money or esteem. He liked to watch lesser creatures squirm, and, if he got his way, he’d pick us apart bit by bit.

I needed to act now.

Quickly, I began to work my wrists against the rope that pinned them. My fingers twisted and folded together trying to slip under the scratchy twine, but it was tied too tight. But as my fingers moved, I realized that I could create spells, albeit clumsily and inaccurately, behind my back.

Would the spells cast this way work?

Only one way to find out.

I formed a propel incantation in my head and then worked my fingers as best I could behind my back. Then I cast.

Instead of blasting the hag as I’d planned, my own body hurled forward. The ground and sky blurred together as I soared through the air and plowed into someone. Legs and arms collided, then I tumbled a few more times and skidded into the sand.

Stunned and aching, I glanced up in time to see Drew run over and throw a punch that hit the oily warlock square in the chest. He flew so far back, I couldn’t see him any longer.

Damn. Drew was a badass.

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