“This will make everything more interesting.” Ryker removed his hands and withdrew his magic.
The sudden loss of heat and power left me shivering. My magic had already slipped from my control, freeing Zane to move around, but when I reached for it again, it seemed more tangible, more readily available. Did this mean my power would come easier now? Would I still have control over my magic without his assistance?
Maybe next time, I could do more.
I turned to find Ryker already heading toward his friend and the exit. “You’re going?”
“You should rest before the trial. Dazamon demon or not, there’s no point in tapping yourself out before you’ve even started.”
That comment made me wonder just how long he’d been standing there watching Zane and Chupey work on me and my magic.
“Rumor is the next trial is S’gor’s, so you’ll need all the help you can get,” he went on as he headed for the door. He paused briefly at the doorway, then he turned to speak one last thing over his shoulder. “I’m a Bolvaath demon, by the way. If you even know what that means.”
That you like to show up uninvited a lot?
Ryker walked out with Slade hurrying to catch him to his quickened pace. Their footsteps faded away in the distance.
When we were alone again, I turned to my two hellish companions. “A Bolvaath? What the fuck is that?” I asked.
“A charmer, Sloane,” Chupey explained in a harsh whisper. “A manipulator.”
Well, didn’t that just fit him to a tee.
“S’gor?” Zane's worried tone drew my focus back to him. “That’s not good. I was hoping we’d have more time before her trial.”
He and Chupey exchanged frowns, and my jitters began to bubble up again.
“Is that…bad?” My attempts to access my magic had momentarily taken my mind off of my impending trial and possible death, but now that the topic had come up, my nerves were about to hit an all time high record.
Staring at me, the seriousness on Zane’s face only intensified. “It’s definitely not good.”