“Well, my magic, specifically my fire, did something that it’s never done before and released these little balls of light,” I start to explain.
“Souls,”the Voices mutter as one.
My eyebrows raise, “Apparently, according to the Voices, they were souls.”
“They told you that?” Raiden asks, looking perplexed.
I nod, “Yeah, and Ransom has this new magic thing with the swords that were made completely out of magic.”
Ransom grins, “Yeah, it’s pretty fucking awesome.”
“It definitely is, man,” River grins. “I’m guessing that it happened when you went to Luesidious?”
Chapter Six
Neith
“What?” I ask, I swear he just said what I think he said. “When the hell did Ransom go to Luesidious?”
“Shit, everything happened so quickly, we never told Neith about that,” Doc mutters. “Not that we had any time to talk about it.”
“Okay, so explain now?” I ask, sounding impatient.
Ransom nods and then proceeds to explain about his trip to Luesidious. I’m not the only one who hasn’t heard the whole story since we quickly realized that we had to get to Sully’s as soon as we could.
“Wow, okay. Are you thinking that you were taken there because you were supposed to help him?” Reed asks.
Ransom nods, “Yeah. It’s the only thing that makes sense. Of course, I was on edge because of the brick wall that I kept hitting with the wards, so there’s that.”
“Good point,” Griff replies, clearly knowing more than I do because I don’t quite know what he’s talking about. I know he was having trouble with the wards, and they were frustrating him, but I have no idea what that would have to do with him going to Luesidious.
My brain veers off track before I can ask about it, “I saw a guy when I was there as well, just as I jumped through the portal to come home, after I got bitten.”
“I highly doubt that it was the same person,” Reed says.
“Probably not,” I agree. Everyone stays silent and watches me. “What?”
“You were explaining your theory about why you think we’re all ridiculously tired,” River reminds me.
“Oh shit, yeah. Sorry, guys, I got distracted and then forgot what I was talking about in the first place.”
“We know,” Coen smirks, and I stick my tongue out at him and then dance out of the way of his hands as he reaches for me.
“If you kiss me now, then I’m going to completely lose my train of thought and remember in three years, or something equally ridiculous, when it doesn’t even matter anymore,” I ramble.
Coen holds up his hands, “Later then.”
“Deal.”
“So what was your theory?” Griff asks, looking amused.
“Did anyone else use different magic?” I ask, after a moment's pause, where I try to remember where I was going with the thought in the first place.
Most of them nod.
“Okay, so my theory is that maybe using magic against the dead is more exhausting than anything else that we’ve done before. Of course, I’m not used to having magic, so my theory could be way off and not all of you are super tired, but not all of you used the magic that we’re not used to using . . .” I trail off as my rambling thoughts start to mix together and make less sense.
“How is it possible that you ramble even more when you’re tired?” Doc smirks as he pulls me into his arms and drops a kiss on the top of my head. “It’s adorable.”
