Page 85 of Sparks Flying

The other took off running. He didn’t get far when a puddle of water Bailey’s team had created suddenly turned to ice and he went skidding headfirst into a stone wall.

“Yes!” I heard one of our cooks yell as she high-fived another.

“Don’t fry him. I need him alive,” I muttered to myself, warning my raven to behave as sparks flew from my hands and hit the guy while he was still unconscious.

The Caldwell witches on the ground froze him in restraint.

“He’s got a knife,” Mom pointed out as the one she was holding managed to free his hands and began cutting the vines as fast as she made them.

“Alive. Leave him alive,” I muttered again.

I still had a bit of trouble controlling my powers. Sometimes it was just sparks that did nothing more than stun a person and other times it was full-blown lightning bolts erupting from me.

Somehow I managed to control it, or at least I was pretty sure I had. The man slumped over and the knife clambered to the ground as everyone started to cheer.

“We need to secure them and the pit. I need to know what exactly is in there later.”

Mom used her raven caws to guide the others and within minutes, the men were tied up and locked away in our family safe room. The pit was now locked in a shed in the backyard.

When I finally saw Bailey again, I hugged her and kissed her, trying to assure myself that she was okay.

“I’m fine,” she said, pushing me away.

Her cheeks were a rosy red, but her eyes were alive and determined.

“We have to get moving. We know we have at least three sets of people roaming our territory. We need to continue sounding the alarm and find them.”

“We’ll take to the sky,” one of the maids offered.

“Okay, but be careful. If you see smoke, avoid that area and find a way to report it back,” she instructed.

“Where should we set up headquarters?” Mom asked Bailey.

My mate looked to me for help with that one.

“See if you can get in touch with your father and find out where the Council is. We need to secure them.”

Mom pointed to her head. My parents were fully bonded and could communicate telepathically.

“He’s fine. They heard your caw. He had everyone put into lockdown at the Congress House. There are several dozen people there. I just relayed to him what’s going on.”

“Good,” Bailey said. “We need to round up as many as possible and get them there.”

“Bailey’s right. Take to the skies and warn everyone you can.” I gave them a specific alert to sound should they find where the other teams were.

My mate watched in awe as nearly seven ravens shifted.

“Ready?”

“For what?”

“You have to go with them. I’ll stay on the ground, obviously. I’m fast enough to keep up with you.”

“What happens if you run into them? We’re safer in the sky. You’ll be vulnerable on the ground.”

“I have an idea,” Mom said.

Bailey

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