“Give it to me,” Kalama said to Reese, holding her hand out.
The male mage stood at her side. In one hand, he held a spirit crystal, and in the other was a pale blue shard of stone, but its hue wasn’t like the other crystals. Something in my gut told me that crystal was a weapon. Even knowing danger and death surrounded me, I was so stunned I froze.
“We’ve gotta go,” Zia hissed.
Kalama ripped both pieces of stone from Reece and then took the blue one, reeling it back in her hand before letting it go.
I blinked, and the piece of crystal embedded in the wall next to me. Than’s ghost clone was gone. Poof.
“Damn,” Kalama said. “That one wasn’t real.”
Crap! How—?
It doesn’t matter.I needed to move!
Zia and I sailed out of the room and down the stairs, racing toward the study. We needed to get the hell out of here.
Behind us, I could hear the pounding of feet.
“One of those is Nai! I smell her magic,” Kalama shouted. “We want her alive. Use the celestite to anchor her spirit here!”
Oh crap! That didn’t sound good.
Zia grabbed my arm. “Return to your body. Once you leave, we’ll return to the spirit realm.”
I nodded, but I couldn’t even remember where my body was at the moment. Fear held me captive, and I realized then how little I could do to protect myself in this form.
Who knew there were weapons against spirits?
Blinking at Zia, at her long silvery hair just like my aunt’s, I suddenly remembered.
Sariah’s tent.
I felt something brush my skin, and then I sat up, screaming.
“Nai!” Sariah shook me, her eyes wide and filled with panic. “You’re okay—oh. My. Mage.” She swallowed. “You’re bleeding.”
Sure enough, a long gash down my forearm oozed, but the wound knit together as one of my shields absorbed it.Sorry, Honor.
Climbing to my feet, I brushed my hair out of my face. “I’d better go. Rage will find out about that, and I don’t want him panicking.”
Almost on cue, his voice invaded my mind,‘Nai? You okay?’
‘Yes,’ I replied. ‘I’m on my way to you now. How are things?’
There was a brief pause.
‘Remember how Justice said it would be a shitshow? It’s not even that good.’ He sighed. ‘I hope you have some good news.’
I didn’t. I really didn’t.
Chapter Fourteen
I enteredKing Ozark’s dining hall only to be met by a cacophony of angry yelling.
“We storm the island and take what is ours,” a redheaded male shifter yelled. “I can’t believe we left it in the first place!”
I inhaled as I passed him.Lion.
