Night Awakens: The Awakened Magic Saga (Soul Forge Book 1) by Leslie Claire Walker

Author:Leslie Claire Walker [Walker, Leslie Claire]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Secret Fire Press
Published: 2016-04-23T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

A BELL TOLLED once, a deep, bone-rattling ring that made me think of a death knell. Yes, that was what it was. It might’ve rung out in the world, or inside my head. I couldn’t tell.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move a muscle. My body had begun to shut down, and my brain would follow accordingly any second. Darkness filled my eyes, and the sound of wings filled my ears. The only part of me that could act—the only part of me that could fight whatever the Angel of Death had done to me—was my will and the extension of my will—my magic.

I sent my magic forth, sliding into mind after mind, seeing and feeling through their eyes and their senses.

I saw myself through Faith’s eyes, lying on the hardwood floor in Ben’s living room, unconscious and unresponsive. She screamed, her mouth trembling as the sound rolled out of her. She said my name over and over again. And she shook me, shook me hard, willing me to open my eyes.

My magic seeped into Corey, who held Faith by the shoulders, leveraging all of her body weight to pull Faith off of me. She couldn’t do it—not until Jess piled on and two against one shifted the odds. Faith fought them, squirming, flailing to get free. Jess applied more pressure. All of her weight. All of her will. An ounce of Watcher magic—increased strength. When she thought she had things in hand, she glanced over her shoulder at Ben, who stood between the Angel of Death and the rest of us, his feet planted wide, arms stretched to full length at his sides. His gray halo had taken on the form of bricks, a full wall of them. He was shielding us—all of us—from whatever the Angel might do.

It was too late for that. Too late for me.

As I watched, the darkness drained from Dave the Pizza Guy’s eyes and Dave went boneless, smacking against the wall behind him and sliding to the floor. The Angel of Death had released his hold on Dave.

Red filled the space where Faith had been, his hands moving to check my vitals. His expression hardened when he found no pulse. He climbed over my body and knelt at my side, positioning his hands to start CPR, when he heard Dave hit the floor.

Red knew what that meant. He knew that trying to kick-start my heart wouldn’t work, that his magic, which had no offensive component, couldn’t help either. There wasn’t a damned thing he could do except to look into me, to witness what was happening, and to pray that I could beat it back.

He’d lost me once, all those years ago. He wouldn’t be able to handle losing me again.

I felt the same about him. In this moment, I felt it so strongly, it hurt.

The Angel of Death couldn’t walk in this world without a human host. He had to possess a human being before he could act in this plane. Dave

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