Page 109 of Mage Massacres

The night witch flared her nostrils, repetition of the answer causing her to become frustrated. “We’re the red dot.”

“You mean, that one?” Novak asked, pointing his finger near the crystal.

Miller pushed her brothers out of her way, shock filling her emotions as she muttered, “She found us. What do you want to do now, Lo?”

A knock at the front door had all of us freezing, our attention locked on the entrance to the dining room. The end of the foyer was one stair and thirty feet away.

Sloane snapped her fingers, and we waited, but nothing happened. She didn’t act any different as she padded through the archway separating us from the exterior door.

The guys, Murphy, and Hyde’s mates stepped into the Void. I assumed they were spreading out to circle the angry fae-mage, though I didn’t move to help them. Instead, I walked behind Sloane and Millie, with Hyde on my right side.

As Miller waved her hand, opening the heavy wooden door, an orb of yellow magic sprung from the center of Annette’s palm, careening toward us. The girls didn’t move, didn’t flinch as a pink barrier swallowed the attack.

Baying and thunder sounded in the distance, the threat sensed immediately. Though I couldn’t see them anywhere, the protective nature of the hellhounds and pedmar could be felt around the property as if they were part of the air itself.

Sloane glided out the door and down the steps as Annette trembled with barely suppressed aggression. Her blue-gray eyes blazed, her lip curling in a nasty scowl.

“Give me the angel,” she ordered.

My mate shrugged her left shoulder, tilting her head to meet it. “I apologize for the inconvenience, but I can’t do that.”

“I won’t be leaving without him,” Annette stated, eyes narrowed dangerously.

“I didn’t ask you to leave,” Sloane sassed. “I’ve just… Already killed him. You’re a little late to the party.”

“I can feel him,” the fae-mage snarled, taking a step forward.

One of the hellhounds growled, his forewarning causing the atmosphere around us to thicken. Atlas had perceived the lie from her tone of voice.

“Are you sure?” Sloane wrinkled her nose. “I could possibly be convinced to show you his body.”

“What are you doing?” Stone hissed, his confusion aggravating him.

“Buying us some time.” Lo grinned in anticipation, her gaze never straying from Annette.

My brows dipped before I schooled my face into an unaffected mask. “For what?”

“I need you to glamor everyone to look like Raguel,” our mate answered before backtracking. “Not Miller, Hyde, you, or me. That wouldn’t work. But the rest of them? That’s what we need.”

“Everyone?” I prodded, needing a more direct response. “I can’t even see them all.”

Her laughter caressed my mind, challenging me to rise to her request. “Open your eyes, Vaughn.”

“The angel isn’t dead. You might be a murderous brat,” Annette insulted before giving Sloane a smug smile. “But even you wouldn’t kill your own father.”

I scanned the yard, carefully observing the area without moving my head too much. I didn’t want to draw the fae-mage’s attention while she was otherwise occupied.

I had thought the barrier in the doorway was created when Sloane snapped her fingers. It looked like a shield around the house, protecting everyone inside, which made complete sense to me.

I’d been wrong, though.

We were standing under a pink dome. The interior was glamoured to mimic the yard, while everyone else was on the outside. The mirrored effect seemed to give them a full view of us as if we were simply subjects in a cage.

Changing the appearance of ten people, three hellhounds, and a pedmar wasn’t exactly something in my repertoire. I’d practiced glamouring multiple people, but not this many, and not animals.

I could do it.

I would have to keep to the basics and layer from there.