The Eighth Mage by Tamara Geraeds

Author:Tamara Geraeds [Geraeds, Tamara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-06-11T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 18

“Babe?” Someone is shaking my shoulder. It must be Vicky, because no one else calls me babe. But her voice sounds contorted, dark and far away.

“Come on, breathe.” She slaps my cheek, and I open my eyes.

My lungs scream for air, and I suck it in with big gulps.

“You’re okay. You’re okay.” She strokes my hair and kisses my forehead.

When my breathing returns to normal, she takes my hand and pulls me up. “Come on, we need to get out of here. Gisella can handle this.”

I blink several times, but my vision is not playing tricks on me. The hallway has grown darker. The sisters are all facing the werecat-witch with their arms outstretched. Shadows circle around Gisella as she stands there, her legs spread, her arms wide and her jaw clenched in anger.

One by one, the nuns start to sway on their feet. One falls down, clutching her chest. This only makes the others more determined to take Gisella out. Their red irises glow brighter as they double their efforts. As one, they take a step forward.

While Gisella brings her arms to her chest, Vicky and I hurry over to Charlie. He’s still out cold, and I place my finger on his neck to check his pulse. Tears boil to the surface when I feel his heartbeat. “He’s alive.”

We lift his arms over our shoulders and make for the doors that have closed behind our friends. When we move through the left door sideways, I glance back and see Gisella bringing her hands forward in a pushing motion. I can feel the air move even from where I’m standing. Vicky pulls at Charlie, but I stay put as the force field that Gisella created hits the nuns. They are thrown back and land in a heap on the floor.

“Gisella! Time to leave!” I yell at her.

When she turns, her face is a mask of hate and anger. Dark, pulsing lines are etched into her skin, and her pupils are gone. It’s as if I’m staring into two gaping holes.

“Pull yourself together, please,” I beg her. “We don’t want to lose you.”

Her lips part, and she smirks at me. “You won’t lose me.” She shakes her head, and her red hair turns a shade lighter. The dark lines leave her skin, and her eyes return to normal. “I’m fine.”

She catches up with us in what seems to be one stride, turns back one more time and sends all of the shadows to the fallen sisters.

We step outside, and Gisella closes the door behind us. Charlie mumbles something incoherent when she gently touches his cheek.

“He’ll be okay,” I tell her, and I gesture at our cars. “If we get out of here now.”

Behind us, the doors of the monastery open.

Gisella turns back around. “Go!” she urges us.

The nuns file out of the building, and immediately, the whole street darkens even further. We push a half-conscious Charlie in the back seat of his car. Vicky slides in beside him and Dylan on his other side.

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