Wildfire (Hidden Legacy #3)(32)

Only one shot left. I put it into the bat-ape's left lower eye, ejected the magazine, brought the other out . . .

"I wouldn't," Vincent said.

The feline beast snarled, a strange sound that was half pissed-off tiger and half the deep bellow of a sea lion. The fringe of bright blue tendrils, six inches long, rose in a collar around its throat, the thickened ends glowing with bright blue. His huge maw gaped open, his dagger teeth an inch from Rynda's daughter.

"This was fun," Vincent said. "Drop the magazine."

I opened my hand and let it fall to the floor.

"Put the gun down."

I crouched and lowered the weapon to the floor.

"Kick it."

I gave the Baby Desert Eagle a nudge with my foot. The gun slid across the floor to the left side. If I threw myself down, I'd be able to grab it. If I could get close enough to Vincent, I could shock him.

The last bat-ape, Vincent's new meat shield, crouched, revealing the summoner. Vincent was about Rogan's age, handsome, dark brown hair, a square jaw, dark eyes, and the perfect amount of scruff on a dimpled chin-generations of all the right genes in all the right places. 

If I lunged at him, the bat-ape would tear me apart.

Vincent rolled his eyes. "I can't believe I have to say this. You there, dashing male secretary! Drop the frying pan."

The pan clattered to the floor behind me.

Vincent smiled.

That languid, assured smile told me everything I needed to know: none of us would walk out of here alive. He would kill me and Cornelius, then he would finish off Edward, Rynda, and the kids. Vincent was one of those people who derived pleasure from wielding power over others, and there was no greater power than life or death. He would toy with us, like a cat with an injured bird, then he would kill us.

"The next time someone tells you to run, Rynda, you should take their advice," he said.

I should've been terrified, but instead I was angry. "Takes a lot of balls to terrorize two children."

He glanced at me. "Another idiot with moral scruples. What is it today? Would you like to volunteer instead?"

"Yes." I had only one shot at this. I pushed my magic out and gripped him in its fist.

Shock slapped Vincent's face. He tried to move and couldn't. His mind writhed in the grip of my will. Holy shit, he was strong.

I shook, straining to hold him, trying to claw at his mind. His will clashed with mine. It was like trying to hold a fire hose with the full blast of water jettisoning out of it. He was a Prime and his power was off the charts. It took all of my willpower to contain him. I couldn't even move.

I had to ask questions. If I didn't, he would overpower me. Questions would force him to conceal the truth and drain some of his power.

My voice came out deep, every sound dripping with magic. "What's your name?"

Damn it. Should've asked something more useful.

His face shook with the effort of trying to break free.

The two summoned animals stared at him, confused.

My hold was slipping.

Now, Cornelius. Now. Do something. Rynda, run. Save yourself. Come on.

He bared his teeth. He let his creatures feed on people. He was going to murder Rynda's children, who had no say in any of this. Rage erupted in me, boosting my magic. My will crushed Vincent's.

A raw, guttural snarl tore out of him. "Vincent Harcourt."

Pain blossomed at the base of my neck and rolled down in a heavy wave, like molten lead. My teeth rattled. The strain ground down my bones, as if someone took a cheese grater and drew it across my spine.

"What do you want from Rynda?"

The world wavered. Blackness swirled in the corners of the room, threatening to expand and swallow me. I couldn't pass out. I had to hold on to consciousness.

Beads of sweat dotted Vincent's hairline. A tremor shook him. His mind opened slightly, and within its depth, I sensed the solid wall of a hex. I had done something like that before, but I had created the illusion of it. This was the real thing, a trap saturated with magic.

"Her . . ."

My power brushed against the hex, and I almost recoiled. It felt familiar. It was set by a truthseeker.

". . . mother . . ."

My grip slipped. Agony exploded in my brain, and I stumbled back from the impact.

"You fucking bitch," Vincent snarled.

The bat-ape charged me, swiping with its hand. I jerked back, but its claws grazed my leg, painting a red-hot line of pain across my left thigh.

The massive cat-thing jumped in front of me, shockingly fast, knocking the bat-ape aside. The smaller creature flew from the impact, landing on my gun. It tried to rise, but the cat-monster pounced. A massive paw rose, claws flashed, and the cat-monster ripped the bat-ape apart with a single swipe. Thick red blood poured on the floor.

"What the fuck!" Vincent snarled.