Phoenix Blood (Old School Book 1) by Jenny Schwartz

Author:Jenny Schwartz [Schwartz, Jenny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-12-27T05:00:00+00:00

Marcus flipped the truck Nelson was driving. He could have used telekinesis alone since he could feel his magic even in griffin form, but his emotions needed a physical release. He dove at the truck from the side and pushed!

The truck rolled.

To fit in the truck and drive, Nelson was in human form. Without the telekinetic-repelling power of the wizard’s werewolf form, Marcus could kill him with a thought. The option existed, but it would have consequences. Most importantly, killing a Stag mercenary would truly direct attention to the amulet Sadie wore. At the moment, it was solely the client who’d hired the mercenaries who wanted the amulet, but if Marcus defended it with deadly force, then it would automatically become of interest to others: he, himself, would have raised the stakes.

So killing Nelson was out, especially since Marcus wanted information on the client who’d hired the Stag mercenaries and Nelson was likely to know something.

Marcus landed by the front of the rolled truck. It rested on its roof. Around him stretched empty land. There were no houses, no businesses, and fortunately, for the moment, no other vehicles.

Nelson braced himself with one hand, undid his seatbelt, and tumbled down. He crawled out of the driver’s side window. Between transforming back to human and crashing, he’d dragged on sweatpants and a t-shirt. If anyone had passed him while he’d been driving, there’d been nothing (like a naked torso) to attract their attention or make him memorable.

If Marcus transformed back to human, he’d be naked. It would also reveal to Nelson that Marcus had a new power of transformation. It was definitely wiser to keep that a secret—for however long Marcus lived.

On the other hand, Marcus couldn’t speak in griffin form, which would make interrogating Nelson near impossible. Frustration had Marcus gnashing his beak, his lion tail lashing in the dirt.

Nelson stood warily. He had blood smeared across his face and he stood fractionally off-balance, favoring a likely-injured left side. “Can you understand me?”

Marcus cocked his head to the right, curious.

Behind Nelson, Karma landed on a tire of the up-turned truck. She seemed calmer, even preening a wing, while keeping an eye on Nelson.

“Can you take a message?” Nelson asked Marcus’s griffin form.

Marcus nodded.

“Good.” Nelson wiped at blood running into his left eye. “I didn’t think Marcus worked with a partner, so you must be powerful. Your conjured creature is strong.”

Ah. So Nelson thought the griffin was a wizard’s conjuring; partly an animation spell, partly an enchantment. It was actually a logical, if inaccurate, deduction.

Even better, it emerged that Nelson wanted to negotiate. “I have no interest in fighting you. Werewolf against griffin would be epic.” There was a hint of excitement and bloodlust in Nelson’s gaze and a hunter’s sly predatoriness. “But I’m a businessman.”

Marcus’s griffin crest rose in astonishment. “A businessman” wasn’t how he’d describe a Stag mercenary.

Nelson’s gaze tracked Marcus’s ruffling head feathers. “Interested, hmm? I’d like to know who I’m dealing with. We’ve got a communication problem, though. I’m doing all the talking.

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