Firewalker (Stormwalker) by Allyson James

Author:Allyson James [James, Allyson]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-01-16T23:20:56.586000+00:00

"No," I said in a loud voice. "I won't."

You no longer have the choice.

"Coyote!" I yel ed. "Help me!"

Jim turned his magic on me. My bubble expanded and burst, and the emergency lights in the club exploded. So did the flashlights the cops had brought in with them, and we were sent back into darkness. In that darkness, something inky and clutching crawled up my legs, weaving around my thighs, stretching fingers into my underpants.

I wasn't putting up with that. "Dust," I screamed, and the vinelike tentacles dissolved.

Jim was pounding me with magic like that of gods. My Stormwalker powers would have crumbled and died before it, but my Beneath magic resisted it wel .

A detached part of my thoughts wondered why Jim thought I'd resurrected him. Because he sensed goddess power in me? Had he been brought back to life by another god? By my mother? I needed to find out.

Whatever had created Jim, he was currently trying to destroy me. I thought of Mick, how much I loved him, even when he drove me insane. I thought about his fire, how he could cal flame without thought.

"Burn," I yel ed. The magic Jim was shoving at me burst into flames. He screamed and beat at the fire that started in his hair and clothes.

I yanked down the barrier between us and smothered the flame in cold. Jim tried to fight, and he was strong, but he hadn't figured out how to control his power. I didn't know how to control mine either, but I had the advantage of years battling to keep my storm powers from kil ing me.

Jim withstood my magic, but the club couldn't. The wal s started to fal , the ceiling to come down. Jim was already dead--my detached thoughts wondered whether he'd get up after being crushed. One thing was for certain: if the club fel on me, I wouldn't rise again. I'd be very much dead.

I sprinted for the back exit as pipes burst and fel , lights and wires tumbling down. The roof came apart slowly, piece by piece, giving me mere seconds to run for the emergency door. The police were stil there, waiting on the other side of the magic barrier I'd erected.

Here was my choice: run into their arms and live out the rest of my life in prison, or stay in here and take my chances being buried alive.

Neither option excited me. A shower of bricks just missed me, kicking up a heavy cloud of dust. Jim had vanished into the darkness and rubble. I could try to climb over it, head for where the wal s gaped open to the night, and get out that way.

I turned to scramble up a pile of brick, pipe, and glass when Nash Jones walked in right through my magic barrier. His body sucked the magic into it with a little pop, al owing Mick, his hands ful of fire, to fol ow him in.

Nash had his gun out and trained it on me.

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