Wildfire (Hidden Legacy #3)(82)

That was too much. All the stress, worry, and fear combusted into fury inside me and burst into an inferno. He had my shoulders but he didn't have my hands. I jerked my forearms up and clamped my fingers on his face. Pain flared inside me and rolled down my arms, turning into pure agony. Lightning shot out of my fingers and sank into the armored skin.



       
         
       
        

Madero screamed.

Welcome to the shockers, bitch. Someone snarled like a pissed-off animal and I realized it was me.

Madero howled and dropped to his knees. I clung on to him. My nails cut into his skin, drawing blood. His armor was failing.

The pain was almost too much to take.

Madero ran out of air. His scream broke into weak, desperate yelps, his voice hoarse.

A glowing light swung into my view. I had to let go, or I would spend all my magic and die.

I jerked my hands away. Madero collapsed at my feet, facedown, convulsing.

I reeled back. People were running from the truck toward us. The world was swimming, out of focus. I'd spent too much magic.

My cousin thrust himself into my view, his gun in his hands. "Now?"

"Now!" My hand found my Baby Desert Eagle.

Leon fired. There was no pause. He didn't wait to sight. He didn't breathe. He jerked the gun up and fired all eight shots in what felt like a single second.

Eight people dropped. Four remained. For a moment they paused, shocked, then spun around and dashed back to their truck.

I thrust my gun up, lined up a shot, and took it. The truck's front left tire shuddered. Another shot, another tire. The four fleeing attackers veered away from the vehicle, running deeper into the parking lot.

I exhaled.

None of the eight bodies moved.

Madero lay at my feet, breathing like he was about to have a heart attack. He'd shrunk some and his skin turned an almost normal color.

"Five," I said.

Leon looked at me, wild-eyed.

"House Baylor will have five higher-tier magic users. This is what you do, Leon. This is your magic."

Leon stared at the eight bodies in the parking lot. "Oh my God. Oh my God. They're dead. They're dead dead."

"Yes."

He spun to me. "I killed them."

"Yes."

Leon's expression crumbled. He bent over and vomited onto the pavement.





Chapter 10




Once Leon finished throwing up, I told him to go inside and tell the hospital staff we needed help. It took six people to load Dave 2.0 onto a gurney and wheel him into the ER.

A hospital administrator, a plump Hispanic woman in her mid-forties, ran up to me, her face pale, her mouth a thin, tense line. "Should I call the cops?"

What would Rogan say? "It's House business."

She straightened. Some of the frantic agitation went out of her face. I'd said the magic words absolving her of all responsibility.

"I'll notify the authorities," I said. "Please see to the wounded." 

"What wounded? Everyone is dead."

"See to my cousin, then."

She turned around to where Leon sat on the curb. His skin had acquired a sallow greenish tint.

"Okay," she said. "We'll do that."

I walked over to Leon, crouched, and hugged him. He didn't struggle or make disgusted noises. A really bad sign.

"You did great," I told him.

"It wasn't real before," he said quietly.

"When you lined up shots for Mom?"

He nodded. "It's real now. I killed them. They're dead because of me."

I had to fix this now, or it would cripple him. "No, I killed them. I ordered you to shoot, and you obeyed my order. This is on me, not on you."

His hands were shaking.

"Leon, these people were attacking us. If you didn't stop them, they would've dragged me off to Victoria Tremaine. They might have killed you. Our whole family would be in danger. You did the right thing. You didn't run away. You saved me, and Mom, and Grandma, and your cousins and your brother. You saved all of us."

A man in hospital scrubs came up and wrapped a blanket around Leon. I gently tucked the blanket around him.

"You did great."

He looked up at me. "I did."

"Yes. Mom will be so proud. My dad would be so proud. You defended us."

"Okay," he said.

Victoria would pay for this. I would make her pay.

"Did you get sick?" he asked.

"The first time I shot someone? I felt sick."

"But did you throw up?"

"I didn't have time. The building exploded and I passed out. But if I'd had a chance, I would've thrown up for sure. The first time I saw Rogan kill someone, I almost got sick on him. We were in the Pit and he dropped a building on this scumbag. Just cut a chunk of the building off and crushed him with it. It took me a long time to get over it."