Blood Magic by Ella Summers

Author:Ella Summers [Summers, Ella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-02-19T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Wild Magic

WHEN ALEX AND Logan got to the hotel, Naomi and Marek still weren’t back from their shopping trip. They might still be awhile. Naomi never did anything halfway, and that went double for shopping. Marek wasn’t exactly famous for his subtlety either. The two of them would probably return with enough magical chemicals to take down the whole Convictionite building.

Logan’s 3D program was still working on the blueprints, so Alex made them a snack to recover from the great calorie-exodus in the cemetery. She wasn’t much of a cook, but she could manage to chop up a few strawberries. And keeping her hands busy was helping her reign in her wild magic. It had settled down—kind of. Instead of wanting to burn things, she was now just feeling the burning need to make out with Logan.

“Do you think Shadowstalker and the Convictionites are working together?” she asked as she set down the bowls of strawberries on the table.

Talking about work was probably safer right now than remembering the aftermath of their battle in the cemetery—the hard, heavy beat of his magic against hers, daring her to throw him against a tree and have her way with him right then and there.

“Alex?”

She shook herself. “Sorry.” So much for not getting distracted. “What did you say?”

“That I didn’t find anything linking Shadowstalker to the Convictionites. In fact, he regularly takes jobs from supernatural clients,” he replied, shoveling down strawberries like there was no tomorrow. He must have expended as much energy as she had, felling evil foes like an ancient god. His sword slashing, his skin glistening with sweat.

Focus.

Thanks, she told her dragon.

“But just because he’s worked for supernaturals, that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t take a job from the Convictionites if the price were right,” she said.

“They wouldn’t take him.”

“You mean, they refuse to hire people who aren’t as bigoted as they are?”

“Something like that,” he said. “I don’t think the Convictionites hired him. If they had, he wouldn’t have run away when they came into the cemetery. They aren’t on the same side.”

“Maybe not, but they do have something in common,” she told him. “They both really want to see me dead.”

“That won’t happen.”

He slid his arm over her shoulder, squeezing her tightly to him. She was hyperaware of his thigh brushing against hers. Before she could do anything impulsive, however, he’d already dropped his hand from her shoulder so he could assault the remainder of his strawberries.

“I’ve learned a few things about Shadowstalker,” said Logan. “Technically, he is human, but he’s what supernaturals call a ‘Bottled Mage’.”

In other words, he had no magic of his own, but he used a variety of magic chemicals, substances, and pre-packaged spells. That was another thing he had in common with the Convictionites. They both used borrowed magic.

That also explained why she’d had trouble sensing him. The potpourri of a hundred different magical sources was throwing off her radar. The miasma of magic was probably throwing off Logan’s supernatural tracking abilities as well.

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