and all of it mattered. He couldn’t bear thinking of Shea in a place like this. Surrounded by enemies with no one to turn to. He had to find her.
“You say you know who we are,” he said. “Then you know Eternals can sense the Awakening. We feel the changing pulse in the weave of the universe as one of the chosen comes into her powers.”
“Apparently,” she countered, moonlight glinting in her eyes, “you’re not as all-knowing as you would like to think.”
“Then tell me of this witch,” he said, demanding the answers she’d promised him in exchange for her rescue.
“Take this off of me first,” the woman insisted, pointing at the white gold chain draped around her neck.
“You would bargain with me? Again?” He glared at her, but the witch held her ground.
She lifted her chin, met him stare for stare and said, “I would bargain with the devil himself to get as far away from here as possible. I can hardly draw an easy breath with this damn thing around my neck. You know I can’t take it off myself. So if you want your answer, free me.”
Rune snorted. “You’ve a hell of a nerve. We’ve already saved you. We can just as easily leave you here for the guards to find. With that chain on your neck, you won’t go far.”
Torin nodded, watching her to judge her reaction. He knew he wouldn’t leave her to the mercies of the prison guards. As an Eternal it was his nature to protect all women—especially women of power. But she didn’t have to know that.
“You’re not going to leave me here. You can’t,” she argued simply. Her gaze shot from Torin to Rune and back again. Her short, spiky hair somehow made her look elfin, vulnerable. “You want the information I hold, so you’ll do as I ask and take this weight from my neck.”
When Rune would have continued the argument with the stubborn witch, Torin held up one hand for silence. Behind them, the compound was coming alive. The double doors swung open and a dozen or more armed guards spilled through. The searchlights were a brilliant white against the surrounding darkness and Torin knew they had only moments before they were found. He could grab the witch and flash away with her. But he didn’t want to be hampered with the woman in his search for Shea.
The choice was a simple one. Get the information she held or not. Save her or let the guards reclaim her.
The answer was, there was no choice. He would do what he must—as he always had. Without a word, he gathered the fire, focused its strength and touched the tip of one finger to the center links on the white gold chain lying against her skin. The witch held perfectly still, her gaze locked with his.
The flames he called forth were the very essence of magic, so they didn’t harm her skin, but a moment after he had channeled his power, the chain’s links had melted. Then he simply flicked the offending antimagic device to the ground.
The witch smiled, inhaled deeply and stretched languidly as if she were a cat stepping from a confining cage. She sighed in relief before saying, “Thank you, Eternal.”
Unmoved by her gratitude, Torin dismissed it. “Thank me by keeping your word. Tell me who is this Awakened witch and where is she?”
She slanted her sharp blue eyes on him. A smile curved her mouth as she said, “Her name is Kellyn. And she’s standing in front of you, Eternal.”
Then she swept out her arms, tipped her head back and whispered something that struck him as old and powerful. She laughed and was gone an instant later, in a shimmer of movement that seemed to ripple the very air.
“A teleporter,” Rune muttered in disgust.
“As we are,” Torin reminded him. He glanced out to where the prison guards were beginning a concerted sweep of the area. “I don’t care that she’s gone. But if she was telling the truth, something is very wrong. If Kellyn is Awakened, how is it we didn’t sense her coming into her power? And where is her Eternal?”
Eternal and witch were closely bound by the link between them, one created by fates and the old gods. The Eternals, who were created to protect these few special women, instinctively felt when one member of the coven was Awakening. At that time a ripple of awareness moved through the Eternals and the sister witches of the