Magic Unleashed (Hall of Blood and Mercy Book 3) by K. M. Shea

Author:K. M. Shea [Shea, K. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Hazel

I felt a breeze at my back.

I strengthened my shield and morphed the field of blue flames that surrounded me into hissing bolts of lightning, making them as big as I dared in hopes that I’d fry my attacker’s guts.

An infuriating chuckle, and something slammed into my stomach.

I wheezed and folded over the wooden staff that was still pressed into my gut—of course he’d thought to use wood instead of metal!

I fumbled, but grabbed the pole and incinerated it with flames so hot they turned it into ash.

“Temper, temper,” Killian taunted.

I created a veritable ice rink around his feet, then shoved some magic into the ground, making the flooring pop and creak.

It was supposed to make him slide into the ice and fall. Instead he jumped, becoming a blur and disappearing.

“Not again.” I dropped my lightning field and swapped it out for thick sheets of ice that were so cold they groaned.

“Tsk, tsk. You still have so many openings.”

I followed Killian’s voice up to the ceiling, where he casually dangled off a hanging light.

He was in that predator mode again—the one that made my instincts scream and gave me goosebumps.

I felt my hair rise on the back of my neck as he laughed, his fangs flashing.

He let go, dropping down on me.

I released a jet of boiling water off over my head and scuttled to the side, but he was already there.

I locked my legs and tried to turn, but I slammed into his chest.

Before I knew it, he had me on my back, his thumb pressed down on my throat. Just a little bit of pressure in the right place, and he could kill me.

His grin was wild and a touch savage, and his eyes were bright red as he leaned over me. “Too slow.”

I flinched.

He froze and was off me about two seconds later.

He stood on the other side of the mats, rolling his shoulders as he watched me, all signs of his wildness gone. Instead his black eyebrows were furrowed slightly, and his eyes were once again almost a ruby obsidian shade in their darkness.

I stayed where I was.

Not because I was scared, but because I was so mad!

Since we’d made up, I had been coming here three times a week, and I still wasn’t seeing any improvement!

My stamina wasn’t a problem—I never had the chance to be pushed into magical exhaustion because he could beat me so quickly. And it didn’t seem like sword techniques or refined martial arts skills were really going to help me either because it was my goal to keep him away from me.

It’s strategy. He’s seen everything, so he’s prepared for every bit of magic I throw at him.

I wanted to pound my fists on the mats, but that seemed pretty childish. So I made myself take what Great Aunt Marraine liked to call—and preach endlessly about—calming breaths.

Inhale…exhale.

Inhale…exhale.

I don’t think there’s a strategy I’ll be able to find in a book that can defeat him—he’s so old he’s most likely seen it.

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