Angel Fever (Immortal Legacy #3) - Ella Summers Page 0,14

every passing moment.

I looked between the wild storm, and Idris Starfire, the fallen angel responsible for it all. So this was the ace up his sleeve. He planned to escape while we were busy trying to save the world from the elemental storm of the century.

“Let’s do this!” I shouted to Leila.

“You are so predictable, you so-called heroes,” Starfire sneered. “Your nobility compels you to fix the world at all costs, even at the expense of allowing your enemy to escape.”

Then he ran off.

I looked around for Damiel. Leila and I were Dragons, so we needed to remain here to break Starfire’s spell, but Damiel didn’t need to stay. He could go after the angel. In fact, maybe Damiel had already run after him. He certainly wasn’t one to let the bad guys get away.

But then I saw him, walking toward me. He was limping. Hell, he was barely standing. My eyes dropped to the blood pouring out of the deep lacerations in his leather armor.

He wasn’t in any condition to chase after Starfire. He looked only half-conscious.

I rushed over to him, and immediately set about healing his wounds. When they didn’t stop bleeding, I came to one horrible realization.

“These wounds were made by an immortal weapon.”

“Starfire was carrying an immortal weapon,” Damiel told me. “One of the Tears.”

I’d noticed the glowing dagger in Starfire’s hand, but I’d been too preoccupied with the dragons and the glyphs to realize what it was. How the hell had he gotten his hands on one of the immortal daggers?

“Call the Sky Dragon and the Earth Dragon,” I told Leila as I tried to heal Damiel. “Together the four of us need to link with the world’s elements through the power of Storm Castle. It’s the only hope we have of stabilizing the magic here on the Elemental Expanse before the instability spreads to the rest of the Earth. If that storm hits the wilderness beyond the wall and interacts with the monsters’ wild magic, we won’t be able to get the elements under control.”

I pushed more and more fairy magic into healing Damiel’s wounds, but I was having very little luck. Wounds made with an immortal blade just didn’t heal like normal wounds did. Best case, he’d gain a scar. Worst case…

No, I wasn’t going to think about the worst case.

“We’re going to get through this,” I told Damiel, waving my glowing hands over his wounds. “It’s going to be fine. I’m the Legion’s best healer.”

He smiled up at me. “Of course you are. I couldn’t be in better hands.”

“I’m going to patch you up,” I babbled on, fear gripping my heart. “It will all work out. You’ll see.”

“Cadence, it’s time,” Leila said. “The other Dragons are ready.”

So I quickly patched up Damiel as best I could, which wasn’t much. Starfire had cut him deep with that immortal dagger.

But Damiel would be fine. I had to know that. I had to believe it.

I turned my attention to the raging elements. If this magic instability spread, none of us would survive anyway.

I reached deep inside myself, for the unique connection I had to the Earth’s Sea magic. I drew on the Earth’s powers, even as I fed it some of my own magic. In and out, again and again, the powers of water and ice flowed between me and the Earth in an ever-growing cycle of magic harmony.

I wove together a different kind of healing spell: a cure for the wounded elemental magic storming around me. Together, Leila and the other Dragons and I tamed the wild spell. The storm puffed out. The fires died. The snowflakes were gone.

The ground was black and soggy, and the air was humid. The smell of burning things still lingered. But it was over. The plains were at peace once more.

I reached down to Damiel and eased him off the ground. “Starfire is gone.”

Leila looked across the plains and proclaimed, “The bastard stole our truck.” She was at Damiel’s other side, helping me to hold him up.

“The truck is too slow anyway. We need to get Damiel to a Legion medical facility now.” With my free hand, I drew the Diamond Tear.

Leila looked at it. “How’s a dagger going to help us?”

“You’ll see.”

“It’s glowing,” she commented.

I pumped my magic into the dagger, coaxing it to glow even more.

“That is an immortal weapon,” Leila realized.

I used the dagger to create a passage to the Legion’s New York office. The doors of the medical ward were right in front of