Hunting Fiends for the Ill-Equipped (The Guild Codex: Demonized Book 3) by Annette Marie

Author:Annette Marie [Marie, Annette]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781988153414
Publisher: Dark Owl Fantasy Inc.
Published: 2020-04-02T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

He smiled pleasantly. “I wondered if I’d find you here, Robin.”

First Ezra, now this guy.

“Why would you think that?” I demanded, proud that my voice had held steady.

“Just a hunch …” His smirk broadened, pulling at the half-healed scratches I’d left on his face a week ago. “I’m glad my tip to the police paid off.”

My eyes widened.

He unzipped his jacket and shrugged it off, revealing the metal bands that circled his arms from wrists to shoulders. “Submitting a fake address to the MPD for your profile is illegal, you know. And you really should spend more time at your guild. That would’ve made finding you much easier.”

Prickles ran over my skin.

The sorcerer dropped his jacket as his pale blue eyes raked across me. “I’ve been dreaming about you, payashē.”

Zylas hissed, and on his other side, Ezra twitched his shoulders. The motion drew the sorcerer’s attention.

“And you are?” he asked politely.

“I’ll tell you my name if you tell me yours.”

The sorcerer smirked. “Why would I do that? Ori quinque.”

A silvery ripple blasted out from him. It struck us so fast not even Zylas could dodge it. The shimmering magic threw him and Ezra backward. They crashed to the ground with painful crunches.

I didn’t move, the spell a cool tickle across my body. I’d barely felt it.

Zylas skidded on his back, twisted, and sprang to his feet with his tail whipping out for balance. Magic shot up his arms as he whirled on the sorcerer, and Ezra was almost as fast, though he’d yet to call on his demonic magic. Crimson gleamed faintly in his left eye.

The sorcerer grinned, laughter in the creases around his mouth.

“Ori septem.”

Pale blue light flashed—but not from the sorcerer.

The spell whipped out of the darkness behind Zylas. A glowing ring of blue latched around his left wrist, and the crimson power veining across his skin and radiating through his armor dimmed, then vanished.

From the trees that bordered the overpass, the caster stepped into view. Metal bands circled his arms from wrist to shoulders, and his pale hair fluttered in the breeze.

My neck twinged as I looked between the two men. Identical. They were identical.

With a shocked glance at the newcomer, Zylas grabbed the ring around his wrist to tear it off. His fingers curled around it—and the power coating his skin faded. He snatched his hand away, and his magic reignited over that hand.

“Ori septem,” the first sorcerer barked. A blue disc shot toward us like a bullet—and Ezra twisted aside with lightning reflexes, the spell just missing his arm.

“Ori quattuor!”

From the second sorcerer, a barrage of indigo spikes launched at us. Zylas grabbed my arm, yanking me clear off my feet, while Ezra leaped in the other direction, but neither was fast enough. Shards of magic bombarded me, blasting into my torso.

“Ori septem!”

The blue ring struck from the opposite side, locking around Ezra’s right elbow. He lurched upright, spikes jutting from his shoulder, side, and thigh.

“Vayanin!” Zylas hissed in my ear.

Panting harshly, I looked down at myself.

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