“I saw something similar when that creature in the crazy pajamas touched me.”
“Creature in crazy pajamas?”
“At Hexx’s apartment.”
“The Watcher?” Azh demanded, recalling his own encounter with the powerful being.
“I guess.” She shrugged. “He touched me and suddenly we weren’t in the apartment anymore.”
“Where were you?”
“I don’t know. We were surrounded in a silvery mist.” She paused, as if struggling to remember. “And he changed. He went from looking like a homeless man to a god.”
A low growl of jealousy escaped Azh’s throat before he could stop it. He didn’t want this woman comparing another male to a deity.
“Not a god,” he insisted. “At least not in this world. What did he do?”
“The mist parted to reveal a pit of bubbling green slime.” She clicked her tongue as Azh stared at her in confusion. “I don’t know how else to describe it. The stuff matched the demons’ eyes and the weird magic that was leaking out of them.”
Azh’s jealousy was forgotten as he concentrated on her words. Obviously the Watcher had used his powers to tap intoher mind. But had her thoughts led him to a specific location? Or was the magic being spread through various relics?
And did it have anything to do with the dragon magic he could sense?
“Did the Watcher recognize it?”
“I don’t think so.” She pressed her hands against her stomach, as if she suddenly felt nauseous. “The slime attacked him and he looked like he was struggling not to get sucked into the pit.”
“Did he say anything?”
“He told me to run. So I did.” Something that might have been regret rippled over her delicate features. “The next thing I knew I was back in the apartment with Hexx.”
“What happened to the Watcher?”
“He was lying unconscious on the kitchen floor. As far as I know he’s still trapped in the mist.”
Azh turned to pace the cramped floor. What would be strong enough to attack a Watcher? The creature might not be a god, but he possessed the powers of one. And the fact that the male had followed the trail of magic while touching Wynn...
Fear pierced his heart.
“Green slime. Possessed demons. And dragon magic,” he muttered in frustration. “It has to be connected.”
Chapter 8
Wynn watched Azh stomp across the room, only to spin around and stomp back. In the dingy light she could see the shimmer of invisible wings tucked against his back and sense the tail whipping from side to side. He was still in human form but his inner dragon was venting its annoyance as they continued to come up with more questions than answers.
Wynn was equally annoyed.
If he was right and she did have dragon magic inside her, then why wasn’t it helping her? As far as she was concerned it’d done nothing but cause her trouble. And if it was somehow related to the creepy green sludge, then it only made her more desperate to discover how and when she’d absorbed the stupid stuff.
“I just want it to go away.”
Azh abruptly halted at her muttered complaint, turning to face her. “Maybe I can help.” With cautious steps he moved to stand directly in front of her, lifting his hand as he held her wary gaze. “May I?”
She stiffened. “What are you going to do?”
“I want to try and identify the magic.”
“How?”
