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A ribbon of blue fire rammed into the smoke, slamming it into the carbon monoxide alarms attached on the ceiling. Immediately, the artificial ceiling light flashed red and loud buzzing ricocheted off the hall.
“Fire!” someone called, but no one moved.
The attendees were all enthralled. Even if there was fire, they would stay. They’d die for the witch, unable to recognize who she really was. And if she ordered them to assault me, every one of them would try to tear me to pieces.
Iokul seemed to realize that and pulled me further away from the humans.
“Fire! Burn! Escape! Run for your life!” a rich, masculine voice shouted, carrying power, which jerked the humans awake.
Elvey. My throat tightened as my heart clenched, and joy sliced into my chest.Elvey’s here.
But how? We’d left him in the Witch Tower on Pandemonium, light years away from here. How had he managed to beat us here?
Where is he?I darted my wild eyes around, but I didn’t find him. He wasn’t in the room physically, yet his power had come through.
The panicked humans rushed toward the exit like a horde of locusts.
Iokul grabbed my hand, and we rushed toward the flow of the crowd and blended into them.
A flicker of thought pulsed in my mind. Perhaps we should use this chance to end the witch and save ourselves future trouble.
But I also knew how reckless the action was. Even if I could kill her, the Humans Superior and First movement would make her a martyr and use it to drive the dragons into extinction.
They would paint me as a cold-blooded murderer, and my people would never accept me.
Besides, I wasn’t that confident that I could overpower her, even without an army of guards around her.
“Find the man wearing a mask and the redheaded woman with him and bring them to me,” my Fae ears caught her order. “Kill them if they resist. They’re terrorists.”
Iokul was taller and bigger than anyone. He pushed through the crowd as the guards darted toward us. The witch’s magic had broken our disguise, and now everyone could see us as we were.
A scent of magic, familiar and warm, tugged at me. Then a strong hand grabbed my elbow and dragged me from the side of the floral walkway.
Iokul snarled.
“It’s Elvey,” I whispered before Iokul touched the bracelet—a disguised weapon—that coiled on his left wrist.
I came face-to-face with Elvey and stopped in front of a nondescript door that hadn’t been there before. He uttered an ancient Fae word, and the door opened. It closed as soon as we stepped inside.
“Humans don’t have the sight to see the door,” Elvey said with a grin.
Floating blue fire—the same mage fire that had fended off the smoke and caused the alarm to go off—illuminated the empty room.
My gaze lingered on Elvey. He’d had a haircut. His once-tousled curly hair was now spiky lavender and raven-blue.
He was clad in a dark shirt that strained against his muscled chest, and his expensively tailored trousers showed every line of his powerful legs as he moved.
A lithe, lethal panther he was.Again, the image popped up in my head.
His eyes, blue stars in deep space, held my gaze and roved over me with hunger and longing.
If Iokul weren’t here, I’d probably throw myself into Elvey’s arms and cling to him to make sure he was as real as the air that I breathed in.
Iokul growled, not happy at how Elvey stared at me.
Elvey arched an eyebrow elegantly and shifted his glance to Iokul. “Nice mask, princeling.”
“What are you doing here, warlock?” Iokul asked flatly.
