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The Banachs turn to dust the second my magic touches them, their bodies disintegrating into ash that flutters in black flecks to the muddy earth.
I push myself further, creating a bright green wall of magic to line the swamp, ensuring no other Banachs can attack.
It’sagony, using so much power after being so weak, but I don’t dare stop.
I don’t stop until I know that wall of energy will hold and nothing will break through.
I don’t stop even when I feel like my head may split open and my heart may shatter.
I don’t stop until I know Zev and Jagger are, without a doubt,safe.
Exhaustion claims me, and I drop my hands and mental hold on my magic. Blood trickles out of my nose from the use of power.
I’m out of practice, clearly, but they’re safe.
Jagger and Zev scramble to their feet, their gazes snapping to me, their features drenched in abject horror.
“She’s a tress,” Jagger barks before I collapse to the ground, my power leaching out of me in a surge that makes everything go black.
Chapter 19
Zev
“She’s an enchantress,” Jagger says again, his words unbelieving. “How the fuck is that possible?”
Panic threatens to close my throat. Adrenaline still pumps in my veins, my magic thrashing and angry from the moment we’d heard her scream.
“I don’t know,” I admit, barely able to manage the words. My voice sounds more animal than male right now, and even though I ripped out Balan’s heart, the need for revenge still pounds with each beat of my pulse.
He took what belonged tome.
Touched her. Poisoned her. Harmed her.
I can’t even close my eyes to collect my thoughts, I’m spiraling that badly. My magic leaks from my fingers, the white, crackling power looking for an outlet. If I could see myself, I know my eyes would be wholly black.
Fuck, I almost lost her.
My bounty.
“Zev,” Jagger says my name, a hint of wariness in his tone.
I turn to look at him from where I’ve moved over to the succubus’s collapsed body.
He’s approaching me slowly, his dagger firmly in his grip.
I tilt my head, brow furrowed.
He raises a hand toward me, imploring. “I’m going to need you to drop that sword,” he says, looking to where I still have my blade in my hand.
I glance down, noting the way it hovers just over the succubus’s neck.
Oh, fuck.
“I’m not going to kill her,” I growl, sheathing my sword behind my back.
Jagger blows out a breath, making his way to me more quickly. “Don’t look at me like that,” he says as he stows his daggers. “You know the drifter code. Tresses are…”
“Forbidden,” I grumble. We’re trained to kill anyone with even a drop of tress blood in their veins, let alone a half-blood as powerful as Livana. Fuck, and she’d been under the effects of silver too. Her power must be endless. It makes my drifter and Fae magic look like a grain of sand on the beach compared to hers.
