Missing Magic by Karen Whiddon

Author:Karen Whiddon [Whiddon, Karen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Magic, Time Travel, hot, sexy, fae, alpha hero, magical
ISBN: 0505526425
Publisher: Love Spell
Published: 2005-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

WHEN THEY materialized in Rune, Cenrick let out the breath he’d been holding. “Thank the Goddess.”

As he stepped onto the path that led to the palace, he saw that Mort waited as though he’d been expecting him. “She is hurt.”

Mort gasped as he saw the blood.

Carrying Dee in his arms, Cenrick strode past the Mage, hurrying towards the castle. Above, Tinth screeched as she circled.

Mort hurried to keep up.

Once they’d gained the steps to the castle, Cenrick turned to look at the older man. “Can you save her?”

The Mage looked from Dee’s unconscious form to the hallway which led to his quarters. “Bring her to my room, and let me try.”

Try? “Trying is not enough. You must save her.” Cenrick was already moving forward, making the seemingly endless journey down twisted, deserted hallways, until he reached the Mage’s double-paneled door.

Mort threw the doors open. Inside the room, a hearth fire burned merrily to banish the chill. “Place her on that pallet near the hearth.”

As Cenrick complied, gently arranging a still-unconscious Dee on the pallet, he squinted at the older man suspiciously. “One might almost assume you were expecting us.”

Mort’s expression was grave. “As when your brother brought Carly here, after that explosion which nearly took her life, Tinth came before you, warning me to make ready. My hawk told me of the metal bullet which pierced Dee’s side.”

Moving the bloodstained material away from the wound, Cenrick nodded absently. All his life, most of Rune had wondered at the Mage’s communication with his hawk. For now, Cenrick had to worry about Dee.

She moaned and he froze.

“Moving the cloth pains her. But it must be done.” Mort placed a basin of warm water near the pallet and handed Cenrick a cloth. “We must clean the wound so I can remove the bullet.”

Gently, he washed away the blood, turning the water red as he wrung the cloth. “The wound still bleeds, but it’s as clean as I can make it.”

“Then leave us.” Slipping on his gloves, Mort waved a hand. “I must get the bullet out.”

“No.” Dropping the cloth into the water, Cenrick dared the mage to argue. “I’m staying.”

“Then hold her hands, in case she wakes. I can’t have her moving when I’m inside her skin.”

Heart in his throat, Cenrick did as Mort requested. Her small hands were cold and lifeless, which terrified him.

He kept his gaze on her face while the Mage searched for the bullet.

“I found it.” Triumphant, Mort held up the bloody piece of metal in his gloved fingers. “Now I will disinfect this and sew her up. She should be good as new.”

Good as new. While the mage worked, Cenrick thought of the shooter. He wanted to go back, right now, and find the one who had done this to her. And when he did…

Suddenly, he remembered the envelope. Did she still have it? He remembered she’d slipped it into her back pocket. He glanced at Dee, still unconscious. Perhaps whatever was inside would reveal clues to their enemy’s whereabouts.

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