Page 94 of Witch Queen

Oscar hesitated before uncorking the bottle and taking a careful sniff. He grimaced. “You sure this is a healing potion? It smells like old socks.”

“Just drink the damn potion, Oscar,” Mae snapped.

He swallowed the contents of the bottle and managed to only gag once.

Mae waited until his wounds had mostly healed before studying the sky above the city.

Vedran’sVoidwas no longer visible, the Sorcerer King having gone to ground the moment she’d arrived in New York. Mae wanted to believe it was because he was scared, but she knew better. She frowned.

He’s probably regrouping to figure out his next move, now that we’ve annihilated over half his army and are close to ridding the city of the rest.

Na Ri spoke.Still, Vedran is an army all on his own with Davor’s soul inside him.

Mae pursed her lips. Her gaze shifted to Oscar. “You ready?”

Oscar nodded. He took a deep breath and steeled himself when she took up position in front of him.

Power seared her cores and danced through her bond with Brimstone and Hellreaver. An aura of crimson, black, and white blanketed the three of them, the static sparking off the demon fox’s fur and the weapon’s blades.

Mae touched Oscar’s stomach and conjuredReveal.

Her breath stuttered. The spell instantly linked him to Vedran’s location. Images flashed before her vision. Her head snapped up.

There you are!

Fire filled her veins. She raised a hand to the sky over Upper Bay.

“DECAY!”

The sound of the air shearing above Governors Island put her teeth on edge.Voidappeared, a black stain against the firmament.

The next spell left Mae’s lips on a growl.

“ICE FORTRESS!’’

A glittering white cage bloomed aroundVoid.

“Rambrog,now!”

The bubble of magic hiding the giant materialized where she’d guided it straight above Vedran’s prison. A roar left Rambrog as he smashed his fists down onIce Fortressand sent it hurtling toward the bridge.

It took but seconds for the prison of ice to crash onto the promenade. Debris filled the air, an explosion of pale crystals amidst a thick, white mist.

Vedran emerged from it like a dark god.

Black magic filled the Sorcerer King’s eyes from edge to edge, the corruption bubbling around him so foul it brought bile to the back of Mae’s throat. He arrowed straight toward her, the inky sword made of his familiar’s soul aimed at her heart, his face a mask of sheer, evil determination.

Mae scowled. “PURGE!”

The spell slammed into Vedran and slowed him a fraction.

A scarlet storm erupted around Brimstone. He stepped forward, his tails vibrating with a force that made the bridge tremble. He chomped down on the Sorcerer King’s shoulder with a snarl and cast him violently aside.

Vedran smashed into one of the trusses supporting the eastbound roadway. Metal caved. He grunted and sagged, blood spraying from his lips.

Cortes’s whip wrapped around the Sorcerer King’s right wrist, dispersing some of his black magic and immobilizing his sword.

A barrage of incubus spell bombs crashed into Vedran next. The deck shuddered under the explosions, the cables above them whining as they moved under the dark sky.

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