Demon Magic (Dragon's Gift: The Seeker Book 2)

by Linsey Hall

  I blinked and squinted, my head bobbing again, almost hitting the table. The words danced in front of my eyes. For a second, it looked like one said west, but then it just looked like a squiggle.

  “You… almost had it,” I said.

  The room began to spin around me as my vision narrowed in on the words in front of me. My breath heaved in and out of my lungs, loud as a jet plane in my foggy head.

  Aerdeca’s whisper drifted through the fog in my mind. “She’s fading. We should stop.”

  “No!” I thought I screamed, but it came out only as a whisper.

  “Too dangerous,” Mordaca said. “You’re losing too much blood. This could kill you.”

  “No, one more… try.” I blinked, trying to gather every ounce of will that I had. But my head bobbed toward the table again and the words blurred in front of my eyes.

  “You’re dying, Del.”

  Dying. The word spurred an idea and I said, “I don’t… die.”

  I called upon my Phantom magic. It took a few tries, but I caught the shivery thread of my gift. Ice slithered through my veins, but it carried clarity to my mind. I glanced at my arm, grateful to notice that I hadn’t fully transformed. I was only slightly blue, hopefully little enough that it could be explained by blood loss.

  I blinked, using the last of my Phantom-given strength to focus on the words in front of me. Just as they began to swirl and form something recognizable, I lost the thread of my magic.

  Then passed out cold, the pain of my head thunking on the table the last thing I knew.

  The dream pulled me back in time, away from the blood sorceresses’ lair and into that same tower in the mountains. It was dark this time, with only a sliver of moon visible through one of the arched windows.

  Draka, in her human form, stood on the other side of the room. She was as beautiful as ever, pale and blue and transparent, her face as ageless as the moon appeared to be.

  “It’s not very far.” She pointed to the ground in front of her. “You can do it. Just teleport to here.”

  I stared forlornly at the spot from the other side of the room, my stomach screaming with hunger. I wouldn’t be fed dinner until I could teleport at least a few feet and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d eaten.

  It was my mother and father’s new plan for getting me to learn my magic. Just like with my swordplay, I was terrible at my magic.

  Tears prickled at my eyes and I squeezed them shut hard. I was not a crybaby.

  If Draka hadn’t come to help me, I’d be all alone up here. I needed to be grateful for that. She was the best friend I’d had in all my eight years.

  “I’m trying,” I said.

  “You must try harder. Believe in yourself.”

  But it was so hard, when I’d failed so many times before.

  I squeezed my eyes closed and focused on my magic, pretending that it was a glowing pink light. When I caught it in my hand, I envisioned the spot where Draka stood and gave it everything I had.

  The ether sucked me in. When I felt my feet on solid ground once more, I opened my eyes.

  I was only halfway across the room! The tears spilled over. “I’ll never learn!”

  Draka hurried close, wrapping her arms around me. “Yes, you will. You must practice. It is harder for you.”

  “Because of the curse?” I sniffled against her ghostly shoulder, feeling warmed by her embrace.

  “Yes, dear. Because of the curse. It is a dark spell that makes your magic harder to control. But you must fight it. Practice, practice. You will learn.”

  “But if I am cursed, does that mean that I am bad?”

  “No. No, of course not. But you must make sure to always do what is right. That will guide you. Do what is right. Prove you are worthy and the magic will come.”

  “If I do what is right, will my parents love me?”

  “I do not know. That isn’t something you can control. They are heartless and do not understand you. They do not know how. But you are their heir and must fulfill a role. Therefor you must learn.”

  It didn’t make me feel much better. Draka loved me, but she was a Phantom dragon. She didn’t understand feelings the way people did.

  But she did love me. Unlike my parents.

  “Couldn’t I just tell my parents why I’m bad at my magic?”

  “You must not.” Draka leaned back and looked at me. “They would not believe you or think that you were telling tales.”

  “I could tell them that you told me.”

  “They must not know I exist, or they would drive me away.”

  She was right. In my heart, I knew that Draka was my biggest champion—the one who protected me. She came to me when I needed her. But my parents feared the Phantom dragons. Most of our people did.

  I stepped back. “Why have I been cursed?”

  “I do not know, but I suspect it is because someone does not want you to accomplish something. A dark shadow stalks you. You must learn your magic, because the shadow cannot get whatever it wants. That would be disaster.”

  Determination fired in my chest, pushing out the hunger. Whoever it was, they weren’t going to get their way. Because I would learn my magic. I would.

  Chapter Eight

  I woke with the taste of dust in my mouth and the dream at the back of my mind. Just like last time, my chest ached with longing. I wanted to see my parents so badly that it was a physical pain, like a sword blow to the chest.

  I sucked in a hard breath and tried to banish the thoughts.

  The room was dark, but the smell familiar.

  Home? I blinked in the dark and sat up, my head spinning.

  “Whoa, careful.” Roarke’s voice came from the darkness. The bedside light flipped on. He was sitting in a chair near the bed, his hair mussed as if he’d been sleeping. He leaned close, propping his arm on the mattress as his gaze searched mine.

  “What happened?” I asked.

  “You passed out at the Apothecary’s Jungle.” Anger laced his voice. “When I returned, they’d taken so much blood that you’d almost died.”

  “They said that might happen.” Memories flowed back in fits and starts. I’d remembered the language, right? I thought so.

  “Well, it was dangerous.”

  “I’m fine, though.” Except that my mouth tasted like a feather duster and I felt about three thousand years old. I shifted on the bed, my arm brushing Roarke’s.

  He pulled away immediately. He coughed, then said, “Good. I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

  “Have you been sitting here this whole time?”

  “Ever since I brought you back.”

  What the heck? And yet he was being so distant. There were questions I wanted to ask, but more than that, I wanted to know if the procedure worked. I didn’t feel any different.

  “How did it go with Orson?” I asked. “Did he get back to his place with no memory?”

  “I delivered him to Claire. From there, we drove him back to his house in his car and left him in the driveway. That was about sixteen hours ago. I’ve had surveillance on him since then. He woke, was confused, but hasn’t spoken to anyone about you. I think it worked. We’ll have to keep an eye on him though.”

  Relief made my chest feel light. “Thank you.”

  “You just have to learn to control the magic. Because if the demons keep coming for you, he’ll sense a problem again. He found you once, and he’ll be able to do it twice.”

  “Yeah. I know. Where are Cass and Nix?”

  “In the living room, playing Scrabble.”

  “Oh shit.”

  As if on cue, I heard the sounds of an argument.

  “That is not a word!” Nix cried.

  “Is too! Ferbacious means particularly ornery!”

  I grinned at Roarke. “Scrabble is a dangerous game in our family.”

  “I can see.”

  I struggled to sit fully upright, my muscles aching and weak. My hair felt like it was three weeks dirty, and I
was pretty sure I smelled like some kind of forest animal. A glance at the clock showed that it was 2:00 a.m.

  “I’m going to shower real quick, then we’ll give this map a try.”

  Roarke stood, dragging a hand through his hair. “I’ll go supervise the Scrabble.”

  By the time I made it out to the living room, Nix had won and was doing some kind of victory dance. She looked a bit like a chicken, but it worked on her. I could hear Roarke in the kitchen, poking around.

  “He’s making coffee,” Cass said.

  “Awesome.” I staggered to the couch and sat.

  “How do you feel?” Cass asked.

  “Spectacular.”

  “Liar.”

  I shrugged. “Fake it till ya make it, right?”

  Cass frowned. “Not sure that applies in this instance.”

  “I can make it work.” The leather folder was perched on the coffee table, as if it had been put there just for me.

  It probably had.

  I sucked in a deep breath and picked it up, then opened it.

  The squiggles on the lines were still squiggles. I squinted at them, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Slowly, they coalesced to form words. Not moving on the paper, but in my mind.

  “It’s working?” Nix asked.

  “Really?” Cass leaned close.

  “Yeah. It looks familiar.” I tilted the map slightly. “It’s in Wales, I think. North Wales. There are directions for getting somewhere, but they’re really confusing.”

  “Nothing’s ever easy,” Cass said.

  “No kidding.” I studied the map and words. “There’s riddles. It looks like we need to get there, then figure it out as we go.”

  “But no idea what’s on the other end, huh?” Nix asked.

  “No.”

  “That’s proper quest material right there,” Cass said.

  No kidding. Only I wasn’t sure if I really had the energy for a quest. I sat back and looked at my friends, grateful to be in my own place for a little while with the people I loved. Things had been crazy lately. Too crazy.

  “I might have had a dream about my past,” I said. “A couple dreams.”

  “Yeah?” Cass asked.

  “What happened?” Nix asked.

  I told them about being a little girl and practicing with the sword and the magic. About how my parents hadn’t wanted me, but Draka had helped me.

  “Oh man, I’m sorry.” Sympathy gleamed in Cass’s eyes. “That sucks.”

  “Yeah,” Nix added. “I’m jealous you’re both getting your memories back, but it sucks big time that you aren’t getting good memories.”

  The embrace of the Phantom dragon tugged at my memory. “Yeah, but I have Draka. Whatever she is. Wherever she is.”

  “She’s some kind of Guardian, huh?” Nix asked.

  “Yeah. Like a dragon nanny.” My childhood had been weird.

  “Maybe the map will take you to her,” Cass said.

  “I doubt it. She’s come to me three times. Why would I go to her now if she can just come to me?”

  “Good point,” Nix said. “Do you know why you were in a tower in your dream? Or where it was?”

  “No. But if the dreams are true, which they must be since Draka is real, then I’ve had this block on my magic since I was a kid.” And I’d used the visualization trick whenever I wanted to control my magic since then. “Draka also mentioned that a dark shadow stalked me.”

  Nix frowned. “Oh, that’s not good.”

  “It put the curse on me.” I frowned, wishing I knew what the hell was trapped in my mind. So many memories with answers, all out of reach.

  Roarke stepped out of the kitchen, two coffee cups in hand. “Coffee?”

  “Yes.” Del, Nix, and I spoke in unison.

  Roarke handed coffee around, got a couple more from the kitchen, then sat on the couch next to me, careful to keep distance between us.

  “How’s it going with the map?” he asked.

  I bent over it, pointing. “We have to go to that place. It’s called Cwm Y Ddraig. It’s a little town, I think.”

  “Let’s Google it.” Cass pulled out her phone and tapped something in. After a moment, she grinned and held the phone up. “Found it!”

  “That was easy,” Roarke said.

  “That was just the first part.” I nudged the map across the table so that he could see a bit better. “All those little squiggles are words. They’re clues, but they’re totally obscure. Things like finding the Black Mountain and journeying the Lake-So-Deep.”

  He frowned and leaned back. “Then we need to figure it out when we get there?”

  “So you’re coming with?” I asked, shooting my deirfiúr a look that said get lost. I didn’t know if it was the blood loss or what, but I was ready to have it out with Roarke. I shoved the embarrassment of my jumping kiss to the back of my mind and met his gaze.

  Cass and Nix stood silently and drifted out the door.

  “What do you mean, am I coming with?” Roarke asked. “Of course I am. I’m here to help you until you figure out what you are.”

  Annoyance surged and I stood, stalking around the coffee table. “Because it’s your job?”

  “Yes. And because I want to help you.”

  “Because you like me? Then why haven’t you spoken to me almost at all in the last few days? Why haven’t you kissed me again when you clearly want to?”

  He was at my side in a heartbeat, gripping my arm firmly but gently and yanking me to him. “You want me to kiss you?”

  When he put me on the spot like that, I didn’t know what to say to him. Yeah, I did. But I couldn’t fess up to it after I’d tried and failed to kiss him before.

  So I went for the gut instead. “I don’t know what to make of you. I don’t know if I can trust you.”

  His brow creased, annoyance on his face. “Seriously? After I broke my most important rule to keep you out of the Underworld, you can’t trust me?”

  It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him I’d spent a lifetime not trusting people, but then he’d ask why. And I’d have to explain being a FireSoul and hiding my true identity from everyone but my deirfiúr.

  Instead, I said, “You’re pretty freaking secretive.”

  There was stuff beneath his calm demeanor. He was like Lake Laberge, all calm on the surface with stuff underneath. Was there a shipwreck in his past?

  “Because I won’t discuss my brother?” he asked.

  “I’ve heard you turned him over to the Order. You can see how this would be a big deal to me, right? Because I don’t want to be turned in to the Order. And if you could do it to your brother, you could do it with me.”

  “You know nothing.” He pulled me closer, until I could feel the heat of his body.

  My heart raced, galloping away with all my good sense.

  Up close, I could see the pain in his gaze.

  “You want me to kiss you?” His voice roughened.

  I stared at him stupidly, unable to speak. I was mad, but I was also stupid. So yes, damn it. I did want him to kiss me. He took my silence as a yes and swooped his head down, crushing his mouth to mine. My head swam, and my skin heated.

  Roarke’s arms enveloped me from behind, pulling me so close that I could feel every inch of him as his lips expertly moved upon mine. They were soft and firm at the same time, so skilled that I shivered, imagining I felt his kiss everywhere. My heartbeat thundered in my ears as his hands, strong and sure, traced my back.

  When he finally pulled away, I thought I saw stars. I blinked to bring his face into focus.

  “You have secrets, too, Del.” His gaze was serious. “You need to trust me if I’m going to trust you. I have my reasons for the last few days, but I’m not keen on sharing until you do a little bit of that yourself. And you’re sitting on a mountain of secrets.”

  He was right. So right.

  And I didn’t like it.

  I pulled away and turned toward my bedroom, giving him my
back. “I need to speak to Cass and Nix. I’ll be back.”

  I stalked to the exit and pulled open the door. Nix and Cass stumbled down the stairs, just out of sight. I scowled at the dirty eavesdroppers and pointed my finger down the stairs.

  Chagrined, they turned and hurried down, and I followed. We ducked into the first door, which was Nix’s place.

  “So, how much did you hear?” I demanded as the door shut behind us.

  “All of it,” Cass said.

  I shook my head. “You guys have no shame.”

  Nix nodded. “None.”

  “So how was the kiss?” Cass wiggled her eyebrows.

  “None of your business, is what it was.”

  Cass nudged Nix with her elbow. “Oh, that means it was good.”

  “Yeah,” Nix said. “For sure. But what did he mean about secrets?”

  “I don’t know!” But I totally did. “I’ve told him everything but…”

  “The fact that we’re FireSouls, right?” Cass asked.

  “Because you didn’t want to put us at risk,” Nix added.

  “Yeah.” I paced the small apartment. “But he knows everything else.”

  Cass sighed. “Being a FireSoul is a pretty big deal, dude. It’s who we are. It’s shaped our whole lives. So I can see how that one secret is actually many secrets.”

  “Yeah,” Nix added. “It’s the reason we met in the Monster’s prison. We’ve built our whole business on it. We run our lives around it. It’s the reason none of us trust worth a damn and have two friends besides each other.”

  “I mean, we live fairly weird lives,” Cass said. “Roarke’s bound to have noticed and wondered why.”

  “Well, he lives a pretty weird life himself,” I said.

  “Which is why you should maybe consider fessing up to him,” Nix said. “Laying it all out there.”

  Shocked, I whirled to look at her. “You trust him with that kind of information? You?”

  Cass’s brows had jumped up almost to her hairline. “I can see me making that suggestion, but you, Nix?”

  “Yeah.” She nodded decisively. “I know I’ve been suspicious of him, but I’ve been watching him and thinking about it. After the thing with that asshole Orson and how he took care of business and stayed by your side, I’m cool with him. If he was ever going to turn you in, it would have been when that jerk walked in here blathering his accusations.”