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Mychael sat back and raked his hand through his hair. I knew I’d been one exasperation right after another since the day we’d met.
“I won’t allow myself to be locked up,” I told him.
“I would never lock you up. You know that. ”
“If I went back, you wouldn’t let me leave, so what’s the difference?”
“You’d be alive. ”
“Possibly. ”
“No, definitely. ” Mychael said it as if he dared Death to defy him.
“Mychael, I can’t let you—”
“Can’t let me what? Protect you? Save you? Keep the next Volghul from carrying you off? Dammit, Raine, I won’t stand by and—”
He took my hand and the shock of his magic raced up my arm. My breath exploded in a hiss, not of pain, but of every nerve ending suddenly and sharply aware. The air was crisp and alive and filled with scents magnified a hundredfold: the wood of the chair and table, the metallic tang of Mychael’s armor and weapons, and his unmistakably masculine scent. My magic surged forward to meet his, matching him, giving as good as I got. Our magics coiled and twisted, weaving us together, and I was keenly aware of his every pulse, every muscle, the surging of blood through his veins.
And he was just as aware of me—all of me. I was transfixed as his eyes darkened from sun-kissed tropical seas to ocean depths. As his power filled me, I saw what he’d done to the demons that had ambushed him and four of his men. When my magic rose to meet his, Mychael felt what I had done to that Volghul.
And he knew that Tam and I had done it together.
That thought broke whatever hold our powers had on us.
I pulled my hand away, dragging air forcibly into my lungs. “What the hell was that?”
Mychael’s eyes were like twin sapphires. “Magic most potent. ” His deep voice was rich and vibrant; it was his spellsinger’s voice. He wasn’t doing it on purpose; it was simply remnants from the power that still roiled within him.
I was about to say “no shit” to his assessment, but the memory of what Tam and I had done froze the words on my lips.
It was my magic that had focused Tam’s power, and my magic that had just surged into Mychael. The Saghred hadn’t had a thing to do with either one.
I felt my hands start to shake and I let them. At least they knew what to do next. “What did you do?”
In response, Mychael tentatively reached out to touch me, but stopped when the air between us crackled with static. The sensation ran up my spine like a warm hand in a velvet glove. Damn, but that felt good. Too good. I held the breath I’d just taken and flattened myself against the back of my chair.
“Stop,” I managed. “No touching. ”
Mychael slowly pulled his hand back.
We had touched more than each other’s hands before, but absolutely nothing like this had ever happened.
In that exact instant, Mychael had the same thought; I felt the echo from it flicker inside my mind.
My own thoughts skittered in panicked circles. “I can hear you thinking. ”
Mychael sat unmoving. “It’s fading, but I can sense your thoughts, too. ”
Damn.
“I agree,” he said.
I hadn’t said it out loud. Double damn.
“Anything like this ever happen to you before?” I asked him.
“Never. ” Mychael’s eyes were on mine; they were slowly returning to their normal color. “Was this similar to what happened with you and Tam?”
I hesitated before answering. “Yes . . . and no. Yes, my magic felt the same as when Tam and I bottled that demon. ” I paused. “But Tam didn’t feel anything like you. ”
“I’m not Tam. ” Mychael’s voice was deeper, huskier.
I swallowed. “I noticed. ”
The air between us thickened, and then crackled with pent-up magic, among other things. With visible effort, Mychael pushed back his chair and stood. He put a few steps between us, then turned and leaned against the conference table, crossing his arms over his chest. To avoid temptation, get away from what tempts you. The paladin was back and he had a job to do.
“What happened with Tam in the Quad?” he asked.
“You just saw what happened—”
“Only flashes of image and sound. ”
I told him everything, starting from spotting the blue demons in the street, to the elven mage’s murder, to the Volghul.
“I’ve never taken down a demon,” I said. “Tam said he had, so he told me how to channel his power. ” I stopped. It took me more than a few moments to say what I didn’t want to acknowledge, let alone admit. “Tam and I seem to have some sort of connection since what happened last week. ”
Mychael nodded, his expression grim. He knew only too well what had happened.
Six spellsingers had been kidnapped and held in a prison block deep under the elven embassy. They were intended as sacrifices to feed and reactivate the Saghred. There was a chance that Tam and I could save them, but only if we worked together. The Saghred had wanted to get its figurative hooks into Tam, and saving those spellsingers had given the rock a taste of Tam’s black magic. What we’d done had torn down the magical barriers between us. Tam had said that we weren’t separate anymore. Until today, I hadn’t realized what that meant.
And now, with a single touch of his hand, Mychael’s magic had merged with mine, and we could hear each other’s thoughts. It was only for a few intensely intimate, breath-stopping moments—but it had happened. It was similar enough to what had happened between me and Tam to scare me, but the Saghred hadn’t stepped in to join me and Mychael. It was only the two of us. Mychael was white magic; Tam was dark—it could be as simple as that, but I didn’t think so. Nothing the Saghred ever did was simple.
I blew out my breath. It was a little shaky. “What’s happening to us?”
Mychael’s face showed no emotion. He knew that “us” included Tam. “I don’t have an answer, but we will find one. ”
“Best plan I’ve heard all day. ” I stood; I couldn’t sit still anymore, either. “Vegard said that Volghuls are advance guards for a legion of demons, and implied that we have ourselves a Hellgate opening on the island. ” I didn’t mention that Tam had told me the same thing in my mind. If Mychael didn’t know, I didn’t need to tell him. “What does it take to open one?”
“Dark mages using the blackest of magic. ”
I didn’t take my eyes off Mychael’s. “You have suspects?”
“I do. ”
I met his response with silence. He knew one of the names I was thinking—no magic-linked mind reading necessary.
“It wasn’t Tam,” I said quietly.
“I know that. ”
“Others won’t be so sure. ”
“I know that, too. ”
“Carnades despises goblins,” I said. “Especially ones as powerful as Tam. ”
“Tam’s not the only dark mage on this island,” Mychael said. “I’m ashamed to say it, but more than a few of the Conclave’s mages and the college’s professors practice black magic. The vast majority of our mages and faculty want nothing more than to do research or teach. But some can’t take the temptation of that much power. Practicing black magic is illegal, but that doesn’t stop experimenting behind locked and warded doors. If they’re caught and convicted, they will be executed. ”
“You’d think that’d be a deterrent. ”
“The punishment is harsh, but it has to be. I’m responsible for the safety of thousands of students, mages, and citizens on this island. No one, or no thing, will endanger the people I’m sworn to protect. ”
One of those people had gotten himself endangered right onto a slab in the morgue.
“Sedge Rinker said the dead mage was the chairman of the demonology department. ”
Mychael nodded. “Professor Laurian Berel. ”
“Those de
mons wanted something and they were convinced the professor had it,” I told him.
I didn’t know what “it” was, but recent near-death experiences had taught me that when bad guys wanted something, things would generally go to the lower hells in a handbasket if they got their hands—or in this case, claws—on it. And considering that the bad guys were demons, that trip to the lower hells could be literal.
“The professor said he didn’t have it,” I said, seeing the scene replay itself in my head, complete with the professor getting his throat ripped out. “And I believed him. I didn’t know this Professor Berel, but from what I saw, he didn’t strike me as the type to give his life to protect something. ”
“He wasn’t. ”
“But he must have known what it was; otherwise, he couldn’t have said that he didn’t have it. Unfortunately he’s dead, and the demon that killed him is stuffed in a bottle. ”
“Some of his colleagues aren’t,” Mychael reminded me.
I jerked my head in the direction of the cells. “You’re going to question the blue ones out there?”
“I am. If they don’t know anything, I’ll have to let the Volghul out of the bottle. ”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. ”
“It might be necessary. And since I’ve interrogated demons before, and I am the paladin of this island, it’s my duty to do it. But if I did have to interrogate the Volghul, I couldn’t do it here. Sedge has top-notch shields and wards on his cells, but they’re nowhere near strong enough for a Volghul. I’d have to take him to the demonology department for that. ”
“Let’s hope the blue ones are talkative. ”
Chapter 5
All naked, blue demons looked the same to me. Perhaps that opinion offended delicate demonic sensibilities, but somehow I doubted this bunch had anything delicate. An hour or so closed up in a warded cell had given their collective aroma ample time to seep out. Believe me, there was nothing delicate about that. Wards and shields would hold in or keep out most anything—unfortunately a stomach-turning, gag-inducing stench wasn’t one of them.