Ancient Magic: a New Adult Urban Fantasy (Dragon's Gift: The Huntress Book 1) (13 page)

“No!” I shouted.

The number one rule in tomb raiding—never, ever pick up something that sits alone on a pedestal. It always sets off a booby trap, and it’s almost always of the giant rock variety. Hadn’t he seen
Indiana Jones
?

‘Course not. He was a demon. And now we were screwed.

A crack streaked across the ceiling like lightning. Aidan hovered in the air beneath, going for a demon that clung to one of the tall shelves. A second later, a boulder fell from the ceiling. Then another, straight onto Aidan. It hit him in the shoulder, knocking him out of the air.
 

His huge form plummeted, thudding to the ground. Rocks crashed around him. He didn’t get up.

No! He was going to be crushed to death.

My magic flared to life. Blindly, I reached out for his gift, terrified.
 

I was risking my life for his, but I couldn’t stop myself. If I didn’t bring this whole place down with my uncontrollable power, he could figure out what I was.
 

I opened myself up to his magic, not even trying, and it crashed into me. Like the waves I’d heard when I’d first met him, it swamped me. Power flooded my senses, making my skin tingle and my head buzz. I grasped with my mind, trying to sort through the myriad of gifts that were now at my disposal. Fire, water, wind, rock. He could control them all.
 

I didn’t know what to do—I’d never practiced—so I went on instinct. I dropped my knives and threw my hands out toward the falling rock, envisioning them flying away from Aidan. I poured everything into it, my will and hope and determination.

The rocks hurtled horizontally through the air, diverting themselves from the griffon. Boulders plowed into the walls, causing even more damage than they would have if they’d fallen, but at least Aidan was alive.

Sweat poured down my face as I kept up the stream of power. Breath burned in my lungs.

Finally, the rocks stopped falling. I dropped my hands and bent over, panting. Fortunately, we were inside a mountain, so the battered walls would still hold. I’d destroyed some of the bookshelves and hoped the scroll had been on one.
 

I only had a second to recover. It wasn’t enough. Using that much magic was draining. I’d forgotten about the surviving demons. One plowed into my middle, throwing me to the ground.

Though I tried to fight back, I was weak from using my power.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Aidan rise to his feet. He launched into the air again, swooping down to pull the demon off me.
 

I scrambled up, more awkward than I’d ever been, and grabbed my blades. Another demon jumped out at me from behind a pile of rubble. Startled, I flung Righty at him. My arm was so weak that my aim was way off. It sunk into his shoulder, and he crashed to his back. I limped to him and straddled him, then grabbed the dagger plunged into his shoulder and twisted.

“What do you know?” I panted.
 

His black eyes met mine, and he just stared at me, as if the pain didn’t affect him at all.

A blast of burning smoke slammed into me. I crashed to the ground beside the demon. He pulled my dagger from his chest, then scrambled up and toward the figure who’d blasted me.
 

I grabbed my blade and flung it at him. He collapsed. I staggered to my feet. Fates, I was so weak!

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Aidan tearing apart the demon who’d blasted smoke.

Good.
 

I swiped Lefty across the cut on the back of my hand, and Righty yanked itself out of the demon’s chest, returning to me. I spun, looking for more prey.

The last demon stood in front of the soaring bookshelves.
 

I blinked. It wasn’t a demon. It was a man. A Magica of some kind. I hadn’t noticed him earlier, but he was definitely not a demon. I threw Righty at him. It sank into his shoulder.

Damn it! I was so tired I couldn’t even throw straight.

I called the blade back to me. As it was pulling itself from his shoulder, he dug something out of his pocket and hurled it to the ground. A puff of glittering silver smoke wafted up, and he stepped into it.

As he disappeared, I saw the big ivory scroll gripped in his hand.
 

“No!” I reached out, but he was gone. At the last second, I snagged the blade that flew toward me.

The rest of the place was in chaos—rocks everywhere, golden objects glinting from every nook and cranny—but there were no more living demons. One lay on the ground, though.

Maybe he wasn’t dead yet. I stumbled toward him as griffon-Aidan landed and transformed back into a man. The demon was sprawled on his back, his middle looking crushed. His face was a waxy gray. Aidan must have crushed him and dropped him, but he wasn’t dead yet if he hadn’t disappeared.
 

I smacked his face. “Wake up!”

He lay still.
 

I shook him by the collar. Nothing. All I seemed to be doing these days was shaking demons and trying to get them to talk.

Aidan knelt by my side and dug around in the demon’s pockets.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“He might have a transport charm. His buddy did.” He pulled his hand out and showed me. A small rock. “Can you track him?”

I closed my eyes and reached out for the man who’d disappeared, even though I knew it was likely hopeless. I kept my hand on the unconscious demon’s chest, but felt nothing.

“No,” I said.

“I thought Seekers could track people.”

They could, but Seeker was just my cover story. I could only find people or things of value. The demon at my feet didn’t value his comrades, so there was no link for me. I valued finding the man I’d just seen, but I didn’t know enough about him to track him. Or he was protected. Either way, I was getting nothing.

“I can’t feel where he went. I don’t know why,” I said.
 

My shoulders sagged. What a crap day.
 

Black glass flashed in the light at the demon’s side. My blades. I reached for one, then remembered. “Blood. I threw my blade at the man who disappeared. I called it back to me before he left. We can use the blood on the blade to fuel a tracking spell! That should be enough to find him.”
 

I was pretty fastidious about washing the blood off my beloved blades, but I could wait if it meant finding the man who’d taken the scroll.

“Do you know where to buy a spell like that?” he asked.

It wasn’t easy to buy magic that wasn’t your own. It’s why my business did so well—a lot of demand, little supply. “I don’t, but I think my friends would. They know a lot of people. They’ve hooked me up with charmed objects in the past.”

“Good. Let’s go then.” He stood.

I rose, swaying on my feet. Fates, using magic was hard. I was so out of shape.

“Are you all right?” Aidan steadied me.

Had he been conscious when I’d moved the rocks?
 

“Yeah, just beat up.” And it would take me a while to get over the shock of using that much power.

“You look like you’re a bit more than beat up.”

“Nah, I’m fine. I totally—”

Wooziness hit me hard. I swayed on my feet. Right as I tipped over to go hang out with the floor, Aidan swept me up into his arms.

Wow, that was nice. Not only did I not have to support my own weight, but he was also warm and strong, and his arms felt heavenly.

“You’re not all right,” he said.

“Just tired. Put me down.”

“No.”

I scowled. “Fine. Let’s go back. Potions & Pastilles.”

Suspicion glinted in Aidan’s dark eyes. “There’s more to it than exhaustion.”

“There isn’t.”

“So you didn’t save my life from those rocks?”

Oh, crap. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He gave me a look that said he didn’t buy my bull for a second.

“We’ll talk about it later,” he said, then threw the transport charm to the ground. It shattered and he stepped into the glittering cloud.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Fortunately, Potions & Pastilles was empty when we arrived. Because of the time change, we’d hit it right at the late-afternoon lull. Old Mr. Monier sat at his usual table in the corner, reading the paper, but he was deaf as a post, so I wasn’t worried about him.
 

“Where do you want me to put you?” Aidan asked.

“Down,” I said as Claire walked out of the back. She was dressed in her fighting leathers, either on her way to a job or just returning from one. I would guess returning, from the state of her hair. It looked like someone had gotten ahold of her ponytail and tugged.

“What’s wrong with you?” Claire demanded. Her dark eyes searched me worriedly.

“I’m fine,” I said.

“Yeah, ‘cause you totally let people carry you around when you’re fine.”

“Just a little tired from a fight.” I pushed at Aidan’s chest. “Put me down!”

Gently, he lowered me to my feet. I stumbled. The ground felt like it was moving. Ugh, I was never using my power again. So not worth this feeling.

“Let me get you something,” Claire said.

“I’ll take a triple boosted latte,” I said as I stumbled to the comfy chairs in the corner in front of the window. Potions & Pastilles specialized in enchanted coffees, courtesy of Connor’s potions talents. Normally I drink the regular stuff, but if you’re injured, magically drained, bummed out, or just looking for a boost, P & P had something to help you out. I didn’t know what was in the boost that I’d just ordered, only that Connor specialized in righting your ills. Or at least, giving you a pick-me-up that had more to do with magic than caffeine.

I sank into the comfy chair and sighed. All I needed was a drink and a nap and I’d be fine.

Aidan sat down next to me, looking entirely too fit and healthy. There wasn’t a scratch on him.

“You aren’t a weak Mirror Mage,” he said. “You lied.”

My heart thudded. “You don’t need to know everything about me. We’re just doing this one job together. As long as I get it done, it doesn’t matter how I do it.”

“True. But I want this to be more than just one job.”

We were getting right to it, then. “Can’t we talk about this later?”

“Now’s good.”

“I’m not feeling great, as I’m sure you can see.”

“Exactly. If I wait until your defenses are up, you’ll just leave. I want to know why you don’t use your power. After what you did with those rocks, I know you’re strong.”

“Strong? I made a mess.” I winced at the memory. That would be hard to repair. Impossible, probably. But if I hadn’t done it, Aidan might have died.

“Yeah, maybe. But you saved my life. It takes a lot of power to divert the path of thousands of tons of stone.” His dark eyes turned serious.

“Can you just say thank you and forget it? Consider it a favor to me for saving your life.”

His expression sobered. “You’re right. Thank you. I didn’t realize the ceiling was cracking until the boulder hit me. The place looked sturdy.”

“It was. A dumb demon tripped the most obvious booby trap in the book.”

Aidan quirked a brow, then grinned. “The golden orb on the pedestal.”

“How’d you know?” I liked that he was so quick.

“I’ve seen Indiana Jones. And I noticed the orb when I went in. Then right before the boulder hit me, something gold flew by my head. He chucked it at me, didn’t he?”

“Yeah.”

“Idiot. But you saved my life.”

“Which I might regret, if you don’t lay off.”

“Why are you hiding your strength?” His gaze searched my face.

“I thought you said that I was right and you were going to lay off.”

“No. I said you were right that I owed you my gratitude. But I still want to know why you’re hiding how strong you are. You’re not a weak Mirror Mage.”

“I was just never good with my magic, okay?” I said. “That’s basically the same thing as being a weak Mirror Mage. I’m too weak to control it, so I don’t like to use it.”

“So practice.”

“That’s a little difficult when one destroys everything around them when they try.” And I didn’t want to be good with my magic—at least not as much as I wanted other things. Other supernaturals were always interested in knowing who was the best at what. I just wanted to have my nice little life full of adventure and my friends—I didn’t need to be super powerful to have that.

“Didn’t your parents train you?”

The question hit me like a blow between the eyes. I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out.

“Hey, I didn’t mean—”

“Triple boosted latte, piping hot!” Claire said as she came out of the kitchen. Connor followed her with a plate and another cup.

I glared at Aidan, though my heart was pounding. I didn’t want to talk about my parents. Hell, I didn’t even know how to talk about my parents.
 

Aidan closed his mouth, but the look on his face was clear. This discussion wasn’t over. He looked like he was sorry he’d brought up a subject that clearly made me uncomfortable, but also like he wasn’t going to let go of it.

Just what I needed on top of feeling like I’d been run over by a truck.