Questionable Rescue (Magical Arts Academy Book 5) by Lucia Ashta

Author:Lucia Ashta [Ashta, Lucia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Awaken to Peace Press
Published: 2018-08-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Count Vabu was in a hurry now. I sensed him already partially disengaging, with the proverbial foot out the door. The name of the village and my memories, combined with his own magical skills, would be enough for him to locate his sister. With a great amount of luck, he’d arrive in time to save her life.

But that was all on him. I’d done what he’d expected of me, and now I was free to return to the comfort and relative safety of the chaise lounge in the parlor of the Acquaine estate.

My snapping nerves began to relax in anticipation of returning to my brother. He’d watch out for me while I rested, when I finally gave in to the aftermath of the amount of energy—and magic!—I’d expended to deliver us from Miranda’s dungeon to safety.

I nearly sighed in relief. My job was over. I’d achieved portal magic, something I would have sworn I wasn’t capable of. There was no denying I’d done it now, and it suggested great things about my potential. I’d learn magic and become a true part of this team of magicians pledging their lives and honor to resist the destructive aims of the Sorcerers for Magical Supremacy.

But... not now. I didn’t have to do a single other thing right now.

Good luck, I whispered to Count Vabu, who was still disengaging from my mind.

The sense of thousands of little spiders latched to my mind diminished by the second.

Thank you, Isa. I’ll never forget what you did for Priscilla.

This was a softer side of the vampire, one I hadn’t seen before. Outside of my mind, he was all square shoulders, perfect posture, and trim lines.

He started to fade completely. I began to pull in deep, filling breaths, knowing my body was finally all mine again. Ahh. My thoughts are all my own.

Count Vabu disconnected the last strand that held me to him.

That’s it, I thought.

But it turned out not to be that way at all.

I didn’t even panic for the first several seconds because I didn’t comprehend what was happening. I was steady in my own body, in my own mind... and next I was swirling as if I were stuck at the bottom of an emptying drain.

I couldn’t tell if my body was moving, or just my mind, but I was definitely moving. And I didn’t want to.

Vabu! I garbled.

But no reply arrived. The irony hit me hard. I’d wanted nothing but to be free of him. Now that I was, I desperately wanted him back.

What’s going on? Vabu! I whisper shouted through my thoughts, just in case.

Again there was no answer. He was truly gone.

I swirled, and bit down on my bottom lip—hard—to do something—anything—to keep the swell of nausea at bay. Really, how much of this kind of thing could a girl be expected to endure in one day? The magicians at the academy had more or less warned me of the dangers the SMS posed. But this? Danger from the inside? Feelings

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