Page 122 of Untraced Magic
Helena was relentless. A powerful witch.
Locking my jaw, I twisted my arms as if it would release some new energy into my element, every muscle inside me tensed to the point of exhaustion.
I wouldn’t let her overwhelm me.
Morgan, my only priority to keep safe.
Smoke filled the air around us, teasing our magic and making my eyes water. I became aware of Morgan’s presence at my side.
“Morgan, you have to try, I can’t hold her off much longer!”
I turned my head to find her staring down at her splayed-out hands like they weren’t her own. As if pleading with them.
“I don’t know if this is going to work!” She cried out, before black orbs collected in her palms, glistening. They floated ever so slightly above her skin, her mouthfalling open.
“You can do it,” I urged, as Helena’s magic pushed even closer. I felt the tendons in my neck popping from the immeasurable pressure. “Now!”
Beside me, Morgan raised her arms to the side, palms facing her mother. With one sudden movement she threw them in front of her with an almighty scream, her element expelling to join mine.
Helena’s shadows retreated, but not by much. I felt her magic waver ever so slowly as our wall of magic enveloped her, surrounding her.
Morgan sank to her knees inhaling a chest full of thick air. I feared she would lose concentration, stall her magic.
“Stay with me!” I grunted, stealing a glance at her before turning back to Helena. What I saw, nearly popped my eyes from my sockets.
Surrounding her was Betty and our friends.No, an apparition of the group, in a tight circle, holding hands just as I had left them.
What the fuck?
Eyes closed and lips moving, the licking of flames suffocated their voices.
A chant. A spell?
Immediately I felt their elements join ours, the light brush of air, the metallic taste of blood.
Our magic tightened around her, swirling, until an almighty wave of magic shunned into her, rendering her immobile and dropping her to her knees. She let out a bone chilling cry that vibrated off the walls and up my spine, before collapsing to the ground, deathly still.
Cautiously commanding my magic to retreat, I stood frozen in disbelief of what had just happened. I couldn’t explain it, but knew I’d find out more if we made it out of here alive.
I turned to Morgan, where she remained motionless, her lips moving in soundless syllables.
I stared at her in awe. My powerful mate.
“We need to get out of here.” I said, wrapping my arm around her waist.
“Wait, my father… we need to get him out!”
My brows pitched. “Your father?”
Morgan didn’t respond as she motioned to a large door. She started toward it, and I followed her close behind.
Blinking furiously, my eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light spread over what appeared to be some sort of tomb-turned-dungeon.
“Father!” Morgan rushed to a cell block near the back of the room, glancing back at me. “Please help him.”
I rushed beside her, staring at an older man with a full beard and frail frame, frantically scrambling to his feet inside the cell block. He stilled, registering Morgan’s words.
Clutching the bars in his hands, confusion stapled to his forehead.
