Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

explosion, they’ll be unstable.”

Amal handed me her pistol. “I think you should maybe stick to this.”

We moved gingerly through the gallery. I spotted a vase from one of the

shattered cases, amazingly still intact. Apparently, magical objects were

rather hard to destroy.

A ray of green light slammed into Jaxson’s chest and sent him flying back

into the smoldering debris. Then Kahanov skittered like a spider through the

top of the doorway and leapt down toward me with a pale green blade in his

hand.

The Soul Knife.

I dodged back as the metal swiped within an inch of my throat.

Before I could extend my claws, Amal flew into him and hurled him

backward through the air. He slammed into the wall, and the knife clattered

across the floor.

I froze, torn between going for Kahanov and for the knife.

He rose, hands burning with green light and blood dripping from his

chest.

With no time to think, I called my magic and smothered the floor with

shadows. Kahanov looked about wildly for the knife, and then, with a howl

of rage, he released a wall of green fire that ripped through the room.

Searing pain blinded me for a second as the unnatural flames burned my

exposed skin. It was all I could do to concentrate on the shadows hiding the

blade. Agony took every lucid thought from me, save one—protect the knife.

I rolled over in time to see Amal whip a potion bomb through the air.

There was a blinding flash of light, and when my vision returned, Jaxson was

hauling me to my feet, and Kahanov was gone.

“Are you okay?”

“Get him!” I shouted. “I’ll grab the knife!”

Jaxson and Amal raced into the next room as I staggered over to where

the Soul Knife still lay in the charred debris, cloaked by a veil of darkness