Draven roars and breathes a torrent of dragon fire at them while storm winds slam into them from the front, forcing them back right before they can hit him. They growl in anger and breathe ice flames back at him. But Galen and Lyra, aided by Alistair, manage to block the attack with fire before it can reach Draven.
I create another flame of pain and try slamming it into Bane instead.
But just like with Jessina, my magic smacks into some kind of invisible shield.
That’s when I see them. Hana and Severin Godblessed. Jessina is holding both of them in her claws. Understanding clicks into place. On the Icehearts orders, Hana must have commanded Severin through the dragon steel to create some kind of shields with his magic that will protect the Icehearts from attacks.
My stomach drops.
I don’t know if it blocks only magic or all physical attacks, but this isn’t good. This isn’t good at all.
Draven swerves as Bane shoots forward, aiming for his wings. His claws rake the air where Draven’s right wing used to be only seconds afterwards. Panic clenches my heart.
Dragon fire streams through the air as Lyra and Galen try to both help Draven and keep the rest of the silver dragons back. Alistair shoots fire in Lyra’s blind spots, keeping her from being swarmed as the silver dragons lurch forward.
Storm winds howl around us and lightning cracks through the sky as Draven tries to keep the Icehearts away from both us and the wards.
A silver dragon shoots up towards him.
Summoning a violet flame of pain, I slam it into the dragon’s chest. He doesn’t have a magical shield, so my magic smacks into him with enough force to make him scream and jerk back in the air.
Pleasure thrums through my entire body the moment that my magic makes contact. I start increasing it rapidly while relishing that incredible sensation.
The dragon screams in pain as my magic flares into a wildfire.
Bane and Jessina breathe ice flames straight at Draven.
He shoots downwards, barely managing to escape them. Ice crackles through the air above us, but I can’t even feel worriedanymore. All I can feel is that addictive pleasure. I keep increasing the magic, making the silver dragon thrash in the air.
Release the magic and focus on someone else, the rational part of my brain is saying.
Just a little while longer, that terrible craving insists.
I try to force myself to release the magic, but my mind balks at the idea.
Draven dodges another stream of ice fire. Galen and Lyra breathe torrents of real fire at the Icehearts from the sides while Draven slams his wind magic into them. Lightning splits the air, illuminating the dark clouds that are churning around us like beasts.
Another silver dragon aims for Draven.
But I still haven’t released the first one.
I scream, and my overwhelming need to protect Draven is enough to at last force me to break the connection.
Cold harsh reality rushes back into my soul. It’s like sucking in a lungful of freezing water right before you drown. The sharp contrast between the warm pleasure and this hell is so shocking that I can barely concentrate.
Summoning a bone white flame of fear, I manage to slam it straight into the new silver dragon’s chest right before it can clamp its jaws into Draven’s leg.
The dragon screeches in fear as I force my magic into it. It buys Draven the extra seconds he needs to get out of the way at the same time as he is dodging more ice flames from Bane and Jessina. Dragon fire roars through the air as Galen attacks Jessina furiously while Lyra and Alistair try to keep the rest of the dragons at bay. But it’s a losing battle. In a minute, we’ll be surrounded.
Pleasure pulses through my whole soul as I keep increasing that silver dragon’s fear even though he is already speeding away.
“Release it,” I growl to myself.
Goddess damn it, I need to release my magic so that I can use it on someone else.
But my mind screams at the thought. Because then, those awful emotions will rush back in again.
Jessina shoots up towards Lyra.
