forward, twisting me around so his beefy forearm crushed my windpipe.
"What did you do to Jim?" he growled in my ear.
"Nothing. It was the mage next door-"
"Stop it! Stop hurting her!" Cyrene cried, leaping onto Pal's back in an attempt to pull him off me.
He snarled something in another language, tightening his arm around my neck until large, wavering black spots began to eat at my vision. I struggled desperately for air, both hands clawing at his arm, but it was like he was made of steel.
Cyrene screamed as Istvan pulled her off Pal, flinging her halfway across the patio. She slammed into a glass and metal table, cracking her head on the edge with a horrible gut-wrenching sound, her body falling limp to the ground.
Adrenaline spiked my blood at the sight of my twin lying in a growing pool of her own blood. I twisted away from Pal, but Istvan caught me before I could reach Cyrene. Angling my head, I clamped my teeth over Istvan's arm, biting down and throwing myself backward at the same time. Istvan yelled, slamming his free hand down on my head as I slid out of his grip.
"What's going on out here?" a woman's voice asked. "Who's... good god! Is that Jim?"
I swung a metal chair at Pal as he leaped for me, Istvan lunging at the same time. There was a flash of black, and I was slammed up against the stone side of the house, the furious green eyes of a dragon burning straight through to my soul.
"What do you think you are doing?" the dragon asked in a more menacing tone than I'd ever heard from anyone who wasn't a demon lord. Over his shoulder I could see Istvan advancing toward Cyrene 's inert form. I didn't have time to explain what had happened to the demon-I knew that bastard would do something more to harm her. Without thinking, I wrapped my hands around the dragon's arms and swung both my legs up to kick him in the chest. He was knocked backward into a couple of chairs, falling with a crash of metal and glass. I raced toward Cyrene, screaming, "If you touch her again, I'll kill you!"
The woman spoke a couple of words, and I stopped, rooted to the ground by a binding ward just a few feet away from Cyrene. Istvan had reached her and was hauling her upward, her head lolling at an unnatural angle. I screamed again and shadowed, slipping out of the ward to leap onto Istvan.
I heard the woman gasp. "Good lord! Did she just disappear-"
Before I could reach Istvan, I was knocked off my feet onto the grass a good ten feet away. I shadowed again, trying to roll out from under my assailant, but the man pinned me down with a knee on my back, his grip on my shoulders pressing me into the grass.
"Stop fighting," he said in my ear. "You will only harm yourself and your friend if you continue this."
"If you hurt her again, I'll-"
"We will not hurt you or her unless you continue to fight. Drake! I have this one. I have promised her no injury will come to the other."
I snarled into the ground as the man named Drake spoke to his men, trying once again to slip out of the grip holding me.
"I will turn you over, but you must not attempt to escape. Drake is overly protective and will not hesitate in destroying you if you make a move toward his mate."
"I don't give a damn about anyone's mate," I said, spitting out blades of grass and a bit of dirt. "Just let me go to my twin. That gorilla broke her neck."
"I am a healer," the man said, removing his knee from my back. "I will see to any ills she has suffered."
I rolled away from him, but he was on me again before I could get up, lying across my chest in a manner that would have been intimate in any other situation.
Eyes of liquid silver bore down into mine, a look so intense it momentarily stripped all thoughts from my mind but one. "Quicksilver," I said without thinking, reaching to touch the glittering mercury eyes that glowed with some inner light.
A foot descended on my hand before I could touch him, painfully grinding it into the ground.
"Release her," the man on top of me growled, glaring at the person who had suddenly appeared next to me.
Reluctantly, the man standing on my