When she was done, Kerry held it out to Rhys. “Your turn. Finish it.”
Rhys complied immediately.
As soon as the bowl was empty, Kerry repeated the invocation. I felt the power stirring all around us, lifting my hair and tugging at my clothes. My wound was throbbing once again, but I ignored it as I watched Savannah for any signs of improvement.
Suddenly, a crack sounded as a lightning bolt cleaved the dirt of the yard ten feet from where we sat. My head jerked back toward Savannah and I watched in awe as the blackened flesh of her chest began to shift and fade. It returned to the pale, freckled skin of a healthy Savannah.
She gasped and arched in Rhys’ arms as the magic began to work on her internal injuries as well. Her eyes flew open and I saw the color change. They turned as black as the creature’s had been earlier, the darkness swallowing both her irises and the whites of her eyes. Then she blinked and her eyes once more returned to their typical dark brown.
I knew then that Kerry’s spell had worked and I slumped against Macgrath, my hand falling away from Kerry’s shoulder. She swayed then because I’d still been feeding her magic as she cast the spell. I wanted to be sure she had all the power she needed to save Savannah.
Though the magic well within me always remained full, acting as a conduit for that power was exhausting. It drained my body and mind if I tried to use too much at once, which I’d been doing for the last twenty minutes. My heart pounded as though I’d been running a marathon and sweat soaked my skin, causing me to shiver in the cool January air.
“I think I’m ready to lie down now,” I told Macgrath as the edges of my vision began to blur.
“Oh, just now?” he asked dryly.
“Yeah,” I answered, my mouth suddenly dry. “Because I’m about to faint again. I swear, I’m beginning to believe you’re bad luck, vampire. This is the second time I’ve passed out in your presence in two…” My words slurred together as the gray haze bordering my vision overtook everything, washing away my consciousness.
