Page 4 of Whispered Warnings: Part Two

His magic is even more impressive in strength up close. It’s so vast it’s astounding. I have worked with warlocks before when I worked with Dimitri, and before that as well and either they were all somehow managing to hide a good proportion of their magic from me, which they wouldn’t do unless they knew what I could do and no one knew what I could do, or they didn’t back then at least. Or, Ransom is incredibly strong.

The fact that all of these men are stronger than they should be, or rare, is curious to me. I’m a big believer that everything happens for a reason, and surely it can’t be a coincidence that all of these extremely powerful men found each other and developed the bond that they have. I don’t even know theentirety of what they are capable of, but I know that they are all unique in their own right.

I’m pulled away from thoughts of the guys and their power when Ransom must decide to up the strength that he’s using to pull on whatever it is that I can feel him tugging on. It starts to get quite uncomfortable, not painful, not yet, but my magic, and I’m guessing that must be what Ransom is trying to access to help with the ward, is very clearly not happy with the fact that someone is trying to get it, and it feels like it’s gearing up to do more than just resist. I’m just about to tell him to stop when the pressure releases, and everything just settles. Everything goes back to normal, and the voices start murmuring loudly like they have realized something, although they don’t deign to share it with me if they have.

The whole experience is over in only a couple of minutes, but it feels like it lasted for longer, and honestly, I’m a bit deflated when it’s over. I sort of hoped that I could at least contribute a small amount of power. At least I know that there is something there to contribute since it didn’t like Ransom trying to access it. It appears that my magic is just as stubborn as I am. Fantastic. I’m sure that will make it really easy to deal with whenever it decides to make an appearance.

The important thing is that the ward is back up and stronger than it was. Ransom can obviously sense my disappointment because he looks down at me and smiles gently, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of my hand. I return his smile with one of my own and then pull my hand away so that we can face the others again. I don’t miss the slight frown that Ransom gives me before he wipes his expression as we face the guys.

Everyone is looking at us with worried looks and I know that they are concerned that the breach isn’t able to be fixed. If they could feel the amount of magic that Ransom put into it, thenthey wouldn’t be concerned at all. He was kicking off massive amounts of power and everyone that helped him wasn’t exactly weak either.

“Is it done?” Doc asks, looking concerned.

Ransom nods, “Yeah, I just need to tie up a couple of the spell ends, and then it’s done.”

I move away from Ransom and start to make my way over the rocks and tree roots back to Mael, while Ransom starts to explain exactly what he has done and the triggers and things that everyone has to know in order to walk through the ward, since he has added even more extra security.

I am clumsy, everyone knows that, but as I got to step over a tree root, I it gets higher. I’m not just imagining it; it lifts up and ensures that I trip over it. It’s not my imagination, and I am one hundred percent sure that the root lifted higher so that I would fall on my ass.

Not only did it lift, but it pushed me backward.

What the hell have I done to make the trees mad enough that they are now actively trying to push me and make me fall on my ass?

Doc

My eyes dart back over to Neith as they do every few minutes whenever I am with her. I can’t help it. I’m just drawn to her in a way that I have never been drawn to anyone else in my life. The effect that she has on mymagic is also something that I have never experienced. My magic is coming to me with such ease now that I find it shocking every time.

I am starting to get hungry, and I have taken the suppressor pill twice in a row so I can’t take it again without risking some nasty side effects, which means I need to hunt, and for something bigger than a snack.

I have never had a problem fulfilling my need for desire with sex, it’s the easiest and most enjoyable way to get my fill, and there is no risk to my partner so long as they are supernatural. Humans are a no-go for me. Not for all succubus or incubus, but specifically me. I’m too strong.

Something that wasn’t an issue until a certain silver-haired woman entered my life.

The problem is, I don’t want to fuck anyone. I really don’t like the idea of being with anyone else but her, even though I can’t be with her. At least not while she is still mostly human, and even then, her supernatural side may not be strong enough, and she may not be interested either.

I’m getting too hungry to push it any longer without becoming a risk to those around me, so I’m going to have to go out tomorrow night to one of the clubs that I own that specifically cater to my kind and everything in between. Drinks aren’t the only thing on the menu, we cater to a range of sexual needs and desires, and my manager runs an extremely tight ship. We are actually rated the best club in the city.

There will be enough desire and sex in the air that I will be able to get my fill without actually fucking anyone myself. I would hunt tonight while we are at Sully’s if we’re even still going, but I think I would struggle to get a big enough desire hit, and I’m worried about actively feeding near Neith.

Once again, my eyes dart toward her and then widen in alarm.

I watch as she trips over a branch, but instead of falling forward as the laws of physics say that she should, she somehow manages to fall backward straight toward the ward that Ransom still has open and hasn’t been closed off, so it’s safe for humans.

River calls out, and we all shift forward, moving to help her.

It’s like everything suddenly switches to slow motion. There is no way that even as fast as we are that we are going to get to her in time to stop her from hitting the ward. Ransom starts to mutter, and his hands begin to move, a sign that he’s trying to stop it or shut the ward down. Before he can activate the spell though, he trips over a different fucking tree root and hits the floor hard.

My eyes move to Neith, as I pray to every fucking thing that may be listening that she is going to be okay. Everything is still moving really slowly, and movement behind Neith catches my attention. What I see seems so out of place that I stop my forward trajectory as I watch. There is a fucking person standing out there, and he is looking at me. He’s got a big dark beard, bright blue eyes, and dark hair shot through with silver. He’s dressed in jeans and a plaid and definitely shouldn’t be in the woods.

He smiles and winks at me, and I am suddenly very certain that he doesn’t mean any of us any harm despite the fact that he definitely shouldn’t be in the woods watching us and wasn’t there before when we arrived or when we were fixing the ward. Before I can do anything about him, time seems to speed up again, and I watch as Neith lands on her ass right in the middle of the ward. Everyone makes some sort of sound of distress.

I watch in fascination as an absolutely colossal boom of power releases from Neith. The power is so fucking strong that for a moment, I can actually see the ward as it glows gold, and Neith’s power rushes through it.

The ward settles and is invisible once again, and everyone stays silent, all of us in shock, just staring at Neith.

“What the fuck was that?” she finally asks as she picks herself up off the floor and looks to us for answers.

“I’ve got no fucking idea,” River is, of course, the first one to recover and practically runs over to her, taking her hands in his and turning her in a circle, “Are you okay? You fell pretty fucking hard, are you hurt?”

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