My Immortal Assassin by Carolyn Jewel

Author:Carolyn Jewel [Jewel, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: FIC027120
ISBN: 9780446574228
Publisher: Forever
Published: 2011-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 19

Durian reached the living room ahead of Iskander and Gray. Within seconds magehelds swarmed through the broken window frames on the left side of the room. The sound of breaking wood and glass falling to the floor filled the air, along with the grunts and shouts of the invaders fighting for entry. Kynan was already here, having come down from another part of the house. He was fighting magehelds near a bank of windows by an entrance that led to a back hallway.

Information clicked into Durian’s mind, flowing in from Kynan, Iskander, and Gray. These magehelds were mindless brutes, just like the ones who’d attacked Gray and him at Muir Woods. Time slowed. So much happened all at once, stimuli hit all his senses; sight, smell, sound, touch, taste, and magic. Iskander moved past him to take on the magehelds flooding in at the windows. Kynan continued his battle. Gray tucked in beside him, a welcome presence.

A mass of squirming, seething bodies pressed against the broken windows, the individuals behind so frantic to get in they crushed the ones in front. What kept them out so far was the remnants of the proofing, and that had to be near to breaking point. The faces contained in the medallions along the molding contorted in silent screams of rage. Above the shattered windows, the medallions were charred black.

The proofing around the windows near Kynan gave way with a nerve-shivering buzz. A single mageheld vaulted in as the other two windows gave out. He died as the forces constrained in the medallions broke free. Behind him, more magehelds came.

None of the free kin could sense a mageheld’s magic, and fighting magic you couldn’t feel was dangerous. It wasn’t easy to defend against what you didn’t know was coming at you. Not when you were used to the advantage of knowing.

Durian had enough time to realize that the frenzy and the number of magehelds trying to get in had probably saved their lives. They fought each other for ingress rather than attacking. Had the magehelds been more coordinated, Kynan would have been overwhelmed before they made it down from the do-jang. Enough low-ranking fiends could take down even a warlord. More magehelds made it inside, many with wounds from the broken glass and wood. With Gray at his side, Durian prepared to meet the ones who made it past Iskander and Kynan.

As he and Gray moved to intercept the first wave, he knew this didn’t make sense. Magehelds were compelled to do as ordered, but they were rarely stupid about it. A mageheld fiend was a cunning and dangerous creature, and none of these monsters demonstrated the slightest awareness of their surroundings. As far as Durian could tell there was no leader. No one coordinating and directing the attack. No mageheld leader anyway.

Now that they’d lost the edge the ambush had given them, they weren’t retreating. No regrouping. There was just this mindless press for destruction of whatever stood in their way.

Durian pulled more magic than was safe.

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