Page 195 of Obsidian and Frost
No.
Because I’dthoughtI was safe.
Adrenaline shot down my spine as I saw my watch glowing.
Blazing, really.
No. No. No.
I shot to my feet and snagged Kelsana’s arm.
Her eyes shot wide, and it must have been all over my face, because she asked, “What’s wrong? What’s happened?”
“Go,” I told her. “Get out of here. You can’t be seen with me. You’ll be tarred as a sympathizer, marked too.”
“What are you—I’m not leaving you. If trouble is coming your way, I’m here. Just like you’ve been for me lately.”
“This is different.Run.”
She didn’t.
Son of a bitch.
I hurriedly pulled my phone from my pocket and handed it to her. “Teleport back to campus where the boys are, and call Warlow Boyd. Tell him that I need Cornelius to—”
My words were cut off as a horrific blast of gray light tore through the room, shattering the windows, making the staff and two other customers scream as glass shot everywhere.
“Go!” I told Kelsana again, her eyes wide, about to call her power.
She held my phone tightly, then nodded, scrolling to his number, as she teleported away in the next second.
Fortunately, the staff and customers followed suit in a panic.
Just in time, because before I could do the same thing, another blast hit, this time turning the surroundings into kindling, then slamming into me and blowing me right through the rear wall of the bar.
I landed with a grunt on my back on the grass twenty feet from the now ruined place.
Groaning, I rolled onto my side, then pushed to my feet even as my body screamed in protest because I was bleeding from so many different places.
I staggered, lightheaded, and looked down to see a hole in my left side.
Fuck.
It would heal.
I knew that.
But it was a real bitch of a thing right now with a threat still out there.
A threat I knew all too well.
I went to call my power, wiping blood out of my eyes with the back of my arm.
My magic sparked, then snuffed out.
I needed some healing time first.
Another blast of gray magic lit up my surroundings a moment beforehewas there, snagging my throat in a brutal grip that had me gagging.
