Reborn (Frankenstein Book 1) by Dean C. Moore

Author:Dean C. Moore [Moore, Dean C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mark Freeman Enterprises
Published: 2017-09-14T22:00:00+00:00

ACT THREE

UNWILLING BEDFELLOWS

TWELVE

Stealy’s hand reached for the knob on the door to the roof of Victor’s building. Naomi had assured her his real penthouse was up here. But Stealy could feel the magic on the door. She knew if she opened it, she’d end up somewhere else. Very possibly in an alternate dimension there was no coming back from. Victor was just the kind of guy that could do it, and would be nasty enough to guard his place with such magic.

Shit, Stealy! What now? You’ve got to get your hands on one of his artifacts. It’s the only way that Soren guy is going to be able to divine how to apply the magic to you, to hold you together. It’s that or stand here long enough and explode again, hope the discharge neutralizes the door magic, at least temporarily. Hey, that’s not a half bad idea. If only patience were a virtue.

If only the next blast isn’t the one that destroys you for good.

She felt her hand reaching for the door despite her good sense. You can’t be this desperate, Stealy. This is suicidal. This has got nothing to do with wanting to live. Get. Your. Hand. Away. From. That. Knob.

She flashed. For once her out-of-control abilities had come to the rescue. The surge of power, looking for an outlet, had found it and done just as she’d hoped, temporarily short-circuited Victor’s mandala magic.

There was not a moment’s hesitation stepping through the door. She left it slightly ajar, just in case closing it restored the magical seal.

Oh, wow! Jackpot. She was a master thief with the dirt on every hidden artifact of magical significance on the planet. But she’d missed these entirely. Why? Victor, of course. He was way better keyed to mandala magic than she was. He probably had some way of keeping the trinkets hidden until he could get to them, shielding them from psychic probes. You can contemplate this shit later, Stealy. For now, get a move on!

Like a kid in a candy store, she didn’t know what to steal first. She had to calm her ass down so she had some chance in hell of figuring out what artifact might do her the most good, as opposed to adding to her problems.

Ironically, she hadn’t used her fourth power in a while. Facing off with Dr. Dark and with Player back in the basement, she’d really only availed herself of her way with wizard’s fire, with shield penetration, and with rapid-healing. Her levitating in midair long enough to do her thing—that was all Naomi, coming to her aid. As to manifesting a ramp to launch her motorbike off of—again, Naomi, helping out where she could.

But Stealy had always been, first and foremost, Stealy—a master at stealing the unstealable. It was a sixth sense that guided her to what was worth taking and how to take it. And when that sense was activated, she moved with more stealth than a black panther. It was as if

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