Into the Fire (The Elemental Wars Book 1) by K. Gorman

Author:K. Gorman [Gorman, K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Noctem Drift Media
Published: 2018-09-27T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

Mieshka stared at the soldiers on the screen, aware of the subtle ringing sound that had risen in the back of her head, splitting her mind into a detachment that was both familiar and useless.

She dug her fingernails into her forearm with a silent snarl and used the pain to fight against it, forcing her attention off the screen and to the room around her.

She couldn’t check out. Not now.

“Is there another way out?” She searched the walls. “A secret passage?”

“No,” Aiden said. “But the walls are reinforced with steel. Floor and ceiling, too.”

“Steel and an angry Fire Mage?” A nervous laugh fluttered out of her, belying the panic under her confident tone. She gave herself a little shake.

Aiden didn’t reply, but the expression on his face had taken a calculating edge.

She swallowed the next laugh as it threatened to bubble out. Magic hadn’t helped the other two Mages.

“Are those Westran uniforms?” she asked.

“Yes. Homeguard, which is most common in Ryarne. I doubt they actually are Westran, however.” Aiden jabbed a finger toward the screen. “Look at the guy on the far left. See his tattoo? It’s nearly covered up, but it’s got a sword handle showing.”

The screen zoomed in on the section he’d indicated, and she got a good look at what he was pointing at.

Ah. Technically, both Westray and Ryarne featured swords on their coats of arms, but Swarzgard’s had the most prominent. Plus, if it were Westran or Ryarnese, a set of wings would have shown up.

The hilt, too, looked more Swarzgardian.

“Shit,” she echoed, then froze as realization sank in.

These were the same people who had killed her mother.

As a panicky chill began to creep down her spine, the image moved again, zooming out to capture two non-uniformed men coming down the stairs. One was taller, with a narrow, hawkish face and a receding hairline that only added to the grim, cutthroat look of his expression. Like the others, he carried a gun—a heavyset semi-automatic similar to some she’d seen before, but with a ridge along its muzzle that made it seem blocky and foreign—and he moved with the kind of drilled-efficiency that screamed dangerous to her, though his frame was slimmer than Buck’s.

The other man, shorter and skinnier, had a more office-worker look in his white button-up shirt and slate-gray slacks. He looked down at where he stepped and held a black box in front of him, fingers curled tightly around its bottom edge.

“Shit,” Aiden said. “That’s a problem.”

She stiffened. “What is it?”

“That is a prison box. Used to transport dangerous Mages. Takes magic and makes it null—basically by eating it into a pocket dimension. Who in the hell brought one of those over?”

The engine console beeped. A second later, it had highlighted the box-holder in a purple light. A window appeared to the right, scrolling through a series of Lürian data she couldn’t read.

Aiden upgraded his swearing. “Fuck.”

“What?” She squinted at the text—as if that would help her read it. “What does that mean?”

“He’s a Telepathic Elemental.

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