“Crap!” I growled, moving closer toward him. My adrenaline spiked along with a dose of panic, giving me chaotic heart palpations.
“He got hit with a poison spell,” Ben whimpered. “So did Helen.” He sniffled, staying low behind the table.
“He healed me,” Helen whispered, trembling.
Ben sniffled. “How…how did he do that? He can’t…” He didn’t finish and hadn’t recognized me yet.
Good.
Isaac rolled onto his back as I shuffled towardhim. He blinked, the twitching stopping. His eyes focused but his mouth quivered.
“I feel…I feel like… This sucks.”
Gently, I lifted his shirt, mindful of the dangers around me. An angry red wound greeted me, blood streaming out of him. I pulled off my jacket, tearing the left arm off my shirt.
Sorry, Dad.
Using the fabric as a makeshift torniquet, I pressed it against the wound. With my other hand, I checked his forehead. He was burning up, sweaty, as if he had the flu.
“I’m getting you out of here,” I told him.
He lifted a hand, his fingers curling around my arm. “I’m sorry I…I’m sorry I came here.”
“Don’t be.” I checked around me, searching for the best escape route.
Although every window was gone, I couldn’t recklessly leap through one without the coast being clear. All it would take was a spell or bullet to the back to ruin everything.
Where the hell was the back up?
I slid my hands beneath Isaac, being careful. He might be a tough sacred witch, but I didn’t want to be the reason for this pain.
“We’ll soon be home,” I assured him.
“Your turn to save me,” he bit out, wincing with agony. “Fuck.”
“You’re stronger than any crappy shadow spell,” I said softly.
A tiny snort came out of him.
The surviving diners were starting to fight back. Witches threw spells, the goblins and the humans charging together, wielding whatever they could to attack with. The vampires bared their fangs, launching themselves at the shadow scum with their faster-than-normal speed.
But more witches arrived, jumping through the broken windows, spilling in through the main doors.
I’d have to use Hide, then get us to the car and out of here within three minutes.
“How bad is it?” a man asked.
I looked up at the guy who’d arrived before the attack. The one Isaac made googly eyes at.
My aura lenses saw an orange glow around him, meaning he was a were-creature.
“I suggest you get down,” I warned him, pulling The Sun slightly closer to me.
Get moving!
But the man’s dark eyes wandered down Isaac’s body for a moment, then he took off, swinging a punch at a shadow witch about to launch a spell at him. He landed the blow right between the man’s eyes, the dickhead going down hard.
I removed my hands from under Isaac, who stared up at the ceiling, still blinking. I called the magic to my hands, about to clap the Hide spell out.
