“That’s what I need help with. Do you trust me?”
“With my life,” she says.
“OK, come sit while I introduce you to Bernard Amos. I know you haven’t had him for any classes.”
Looking uncertain, but being a good girl, Theo sits next to the professor and smiles at him.
“Hi.”
“Hello?”
Amos still doesn't understand why he’s here. That’s not surprising given the amount of Elite commands I’ve forced on his brain in the last few hours.
“Theo, Professor Amos has some essential information in his head, but he has been bound, so he cannot talk of it. I thought that perhaps with your help…”
“We undo it? Yes, we must. I’m so sorry someone did that to you, Professor.”
She gives his arm a slight squeeze, and Amos looks back at her quizzically. “Er, thank you?”
“Any ideas how we are going to do this?” Theo asks me. She’s all business now; emotion has been put aside to deal with the problem in front of her.
“Yes, actually. I dug up some old texts on the matter when you’d been under Drakeward’s hold. I thought they were useless because they needed innate magic, but now…”
“You want to spell cast and I power share with you again?”
“That’s my plan.”
Theo moves to my side of the desk, standing behind me, then winding her arms around my torso. “Is this OK?”
I try to ignore the immediate interest my cock shows to the pressure of her breasts against my back. “Yah, perfect.”
Closing my eyes, I visualize the ancient spell form—a jagged construct that feels like broken glass in my mind. Moving into the first incantation, I immediately feel the snap of my flame connecting with Theo’s.
The heat building in my core is intense, spiking rapidly, but I focus on keeping the channel steady. The Lumina inside her seems a little erratic, sometimes surging so much it’s difficult to maintain the connection.
"Shit," Theo whispers, “this is like trying to ride a bucking bronco.”
I crack my eyes open. The room is filled with an ozone-scented blue mist. It coils around us, cold and hungry, like snakes in a pit. As I murmur the next invocation, the gaseous vipers writhe and gather, moving toward Bernard Amos.
"Keep a steady flow, pulu!" I yell over the sound of wind rushing in my ears.
The binding isn't just a mental lock; it's a parasite. As Theo pumps the Lumina into him, the black sigil burned into Amos's neck tightens, choking him. He thrashes, his eyes rolling back.
"It's killing him!" Theo screams, her hands burning against my chest. I can smell singed fabric.
"Push harder!" I command. "Burn it out!"
The air pressure in the room drops. The windows rattle in their frames. The heat in my chest grows and grows. Fuck, can his body withstand this?
Canmine?
With a sound like tearing metal, the black sigil explodes, dissipating into a foul vapor.
Amos collapses, completely unconscious.
Theo slumps against me, white as snow. I gather her up immediately. “Are you alright?”
“That was quite something,” she murmurs. “We make a good team, professor.” The next moment her eyes are closed. I gently lay her on the sofa, then take in the destruction of the room. The oily grease is just…evaporating away.
