Dread Pirate Arcanist (Frith Chronicles Book 2) by Shami Stovall

Dread Pirate Arcanist (Frith Chronicles Book 2) by Shami Stovall

Author:Shami Stovall [Stovall, Shami]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Capital Station Books
Published: 2019-09-16T23:00:00+00:00


18

The Occult Compass

Before I could act, Calisto crossed the room. His manticore magic enhanced his strength and speed beyond anything I could hope to rival, and when he reached Illia, he already had a dagger in hand.

Fain, with black fingers, gripped the cartographer’s journal close. Illia reached for it, but then Calisto stabbed her, his blade sinking in through her jacket and straight into her soft organs.

Illia cried out and stumbled forward.

I couldn’t help it. I let go of Zelfree’s shirt and focused on my magic, allowing the burning of my second-bonding to fuel my rage. The shadows in the corner of the room lashed out with sharp tendrils, breaking furniture, cutting up the bar counter, and smashing the lanterns on the wall.

Zelfree gritted his teeth. “Idiot, I told you not to do anything!”

As if he knew I needed him, Luthair merged with me in an instant. The cold sensation of his dark armor calmed me a bit, but not enough to erase the fury.

With a flash of white and glitter, Illia teleported before the fight could continue.

I caught my breath. It took me half a second to realize what had happened. Although my worst fear had come true—Illia getting hurt—she had managed to escape the danger, just barely.

I, however, still stood in the thick of it.

The darkness in the room confused the four pirates. They glanced around, their pistols, cutlasses, and daggers at the ready. Calisto’s glowing arcanist mark didn’t provide much visibility, but it did highlight his presence.

“What’s goin’ on?” Breen shouted.

Calisto turned on his heel, glaring. “A knightmare arcanist. I hate knightmare arcanists.”

I could still get away. I could slip into the shadows—perhaps out the window, or at least into the hallway by travelling under the door. But the journal remained in the hands of the sea thieves, and I couldn’t allow them to have it.

I reached a hand up and willed the shadows to grab the cartographer’s journal from Fain’s hands. In one swift motion, the dark tendrils wrapped around the book and yanked, taking it from Fain.

“What the?” he spat.

Excellent, Luthair said, his voice in my own head.

Zelfree’s arcanist mark shifted from the white hart to that of a knightmare, just like mine. He grabbed one of my shadow gauntlets and then waved his hand at the window. A claw of darkness shattered the glass, startling Fain, who jumped away and pulled a blade.

Calisto ground his teeth. “Don’t let them escape!”

Too little, too late.

Zelfree dragged me into the inky depths of the darkness as we shadow-stepped across the floor, up the wall, over the window sill, and outside—the sensation of moving through the darkness akin to icy waters. I couldn’t tell our location once we left the building, as the vertigo scrambled my thoughts. Slipping through the void always confused me, but Zelfree seemed to manage without a problem, like he had long since mastered knightmare magic.

When we emerged, we were in the same alley where we had left Atty and Adelgis, but now it sat empty.



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