The intruder was demon, but the scent kept shifting, as if it weren’t entirely stable.
“I can’t . . .”
He gave a frustrated shake of his head, reaching to pull the large dagger he kept holstered beneath his leather jacket. Then, turning toward the back door, he braced for an assault.
Not that being prepared did a damned bit of good when the attack came.
How did you fight a wave of sonic vibrations that shuddered through the air?
Clenching his teeth, he ignored the damage to his soft tissue that was already healing, whirling to discover Sally bent over, blood running from her ears and nose.
“Shit.”
Forcing herself back to a kneeling position, Sally waved an impatient hand.
“Get in the circle.”
He didn’t hesitate. Sally might want to strangle him, but she wouldn’t put the protective shield until he was safely beside her.
Leaping over the candles, he knelt next to her trembling body.
“Now.”
Chapter Five
Sally hastily finished casting the spell of protection, not for the first time appreciating her mother’s sadistic habit of forcing her daughter to the very limit of endurance then making her perform spell after spell.
On one memorable occasion, she’d even beaten Sally until she was barely conscious and then demanded she levitate a boulder that weighed almost a ton.
At the time Sally had violently hated her mother for her ruthless training, but she couldn’t deny that it had kept her alive on more than one occasion.
Now she had to hope it came to the rescue once again.
Blocking out the ringing in her ears and the sluggish beat of her heart, Sally concentrated on the magic that stirred in the air.
This magic was different from her demon powers.
It wasn’t an organic release of the magic that flowed through her body.
No, it was a fierce battle that demanded total focus to leash the elements that surrounded her.
Muttering the last of the incantation, Sally tipped the potion onto the floor, releasing the magic.
With an audible hiss the power spread like a dome over the circle, the shimmering spiderweb invisible to all but her eyes and impenetrable to almost any weapon.
The candles flickered and Roke tensed, the air inside the circle frosty as his power surged.
“You have the barrier up?” he demanded, unable to sense magic.
“Yes.” She grimaced, already feeling the drain on her inner resources. “It won’t hold up for long.”
The pale eyes flared with fury as he reached to gently touch the blood running down the side of her face before moving to brush away the similar drip of blood from her nose.
“You’re hurt,” he rasped.
“I’ll be fine,” she assured him. Although she was only half demon, she still healed far faster than a mere human. Thank the goddess. If she’d been mortal that strange blast of vibrations would have turned her insides to goo. Not the most pleasant way to die. “What the hell was that?”
He grimaced. “Magic?”