Page 11 of Must Love Dragons
“Geez, what makes marks like that?”Delaney asked, leaning over.
“No idea, but they feel magical.”Kinsley shook her head.What the hell had happened to Zay?
Maybe it was related to why he hated witches.
Her heart hurt for him.
“Can you help me get him onto the couch in the other room?Then, we can figure out how to help heal these wounds.They seem like they’re not healing at all, but he’s a shifter, so he should be able to heal.”
“I’ll sure give it the old college try.”
Using the blanket like a sled, they managed to maneuver him into the small room that was mainly used for storage but had a couch that was perfect for a nap or snuggling with the familiars.
But he was too big for them to get him onto the couch by themselves.By the time they’d dragged him close, the sun had set, and Brody stepped in to help – lifting Zay with effortless strength.He was tall and lean, his sharp cheekbones and scruff giving him a dangerous, almost effortless charm.But there was nothing casual about the way he moved – every motion was controlled and precise.
“That’s a dragon, huh?”he asked, slipping an arm around Delaney as if she were the only thing that truly mattered.
“Yeah,” Kinsley said.“He’s been struck by dark magic, but I’m not sure what kind of spell it is.So I guess we first have to figure that out, then we can counteract it.”
“Let’s get our books and gather supplies,” Delaney said.“I’ll call Mother Gibson to come join us.”
“That would be awesome.”
There was a knock on the back door and Brody said, “I called Venice to tell him about your friend here and he said he wanted to tell us something and was going to come over.”
Kinsley and Delaney grabbed their spellbooks and the supplies needed to decipher the type of spell the dark magic user had wielded.
She sat on the edge of the couch next to her sleeping truemate and stared at him for a long moment.He was really good-looking when he wasn’t being a stubborn ass.
Chiseled chin, straight nose, and stubble on his cheeks.And his eyes were a beautiful sapphire blue.
“All right,” Delaney said, “I found my diagnostic spell.We need a bowl of distilled water, salt, ash, sage, and a blue candle.”
“Hey, ladies,” Venice said.The classically handsome blond-haired, blue-eyed fallen angel, who was also the other half of the very small Sable Cove police force, strode into the room.
She and Delaney greeted him.
“So that’s a dragon?”he asked.“I’ve never seen one.I thought they were extinct.”
“Apparently not,” Kinsley said, telling him what she’d witnessed.
“So dark magic, then?”he asked.
“Good magic heals,” she said, “and this is slowly destroying him, so that would be my guess.”
While she and Delaney got the ingredients for the spell ready, Venice told them about what Cassian, the merman who was the lighthouse keeper, had told them he’d witnessed at the marina’s docks.
Warlocks, an unconscious male, and a strange bolt of lightning that hit something large in the sky.
“He didn’t witness anything happening,” Venice said.“He saw that someone had used the docks and checked the cameras.”
Delaney nudged Kinsley.“Maybe he took a family member of Zay’s.”
“Maybe.”She hummed and scooted off the couch, dropping to her knees on the floor where Delaney had set a bowl of distilled water.
Delaney joined her and together they sprinkled dried sage, salt, and ash onto the water, and then Kinsley lit the blue candle and let the wax drip onto the surface as they chanted the spell.
The sage, salt, and ash began to swirl in the water, turning counterclockwise.
