There is time enough for that, I snapped, my gaze on the flicker that was growing beyond the circle of fire. Once upon a time I would not have seen it, but my sight seemed to have altered fractionally since Amaya had become one with me.
Want now, she grumbled, but her voice had at least lowered a couple of octaves.
Soon. I waved her lightly back and forth. Her fire spat through the air, reaching past the wall of fire, landing near the edge of the Raziq's shimmery presence. But there was more than one here. There had to be. The wash of energy was too fierce.
And Azriel's readiness to attack was so strong that the force of it vibrated through every part of me, vying for prominence with the energy crawling across my skin.
"I told you my father would sense your approach," I croaked, before either the Raziq could say anything or Azriel could react. "He's far more cunning than you give him credit for."
Red flames flickered down Valdis's sides. I wondered if it was an indicator of the sword's annoyance or her master's.
"It is also possible that you warned him."
The voice was cool, without inflection or emotion, but it nevertheless sent a chill down my spine. This was one of the Raziq who'd torn me apart to place the tracker in my heart.
"I didn't warn him, trust me on that. I want as little to do with him as I do with you."
"That, at least, is true." The energy in the air sharpened. "Do not release your weapon, Mijai. There are too many of us here, and your numbers are few enough."
"Our numbers are irrelevant." Though his voice was as calm and cool as the Raziq's, his stance had shifted imperceptibly. He was readying for action. "What matters is my ability to counter your presence, and that is not in question."
The fierceness in the air suddenly sharpened, and a thick sense of impending doom swamped me. If Azriel attacked, he'd die. I was as sure of that as I was of the moon rising tonight. There was no way known that I was about to let that happen.
I stepped forward and wrapped my fingers around his arm. It felt like I was gripping stone.
The force of Valdis's flames ramped up, but Azriel didn't react. Which didn't mean he wasn't feeling anything. The force of it just about blew my brain circuits.
"Your presence here does nothing to encourage my father to come back," I said, trying to keep calm against the twin storms buffeting me. "If you want him, you had better leave."