“Stop it!” Nic rushed at the sorceress, but at the flick of her finger he flew backward, hitting the wall of the labyrinth so hard that it knocked him out cold.
“Tell me,” Lucia gritted out.
A bloody tear slid down Cleo’s cheek as she continued to resist this fearsome new magic. “Princess Amara,” she finally gasped. “She stole it. I’m sure she’s returned to Kraeshia with it by now. You evil bitch!”
Lucia held her smile in place. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
She turned toward Kyan, and Cleo fell to the ground. Magnus rushed to her side, helping her back up to her feet, and swept her golden hair away from her face.
She wiped her hand under her bloody nose. “I’ll be fine.”
Magnus nodded once, firmly, and then sent a dark glare at Lucia and Kyan. “When you leave here, don’t ever return. Either of you.”
Lucia turned to him, still calm but clearly surprised.
“And if we refuse to follow your orders?” Kyan asked lightly, as if Magnus’s words were those of a court fool, there only to amuse him.
Magnus took another step forward and eyed him up and down with disdain, just as he had with Lucia’s prior, unworthy suitors. He attempted to shove Kyan, but the young man didn’t budge an inch.
Magnus then swung his right fist, striking Kyan squarely in his jaw.
Again, he didn’t flinch, but the amusement faded from his expression. “You try my patience, boy.”
“Do I? Good.” Magnus struck him again, this time with his left fist. His fingers itched to wrap themselves around the hilt of a sword, to plunge it into Kyan’s chest and watch the life leave his eyes.
Then, in an instant, those very eyes Magnus wished to snuff out turned from amber to a vivid, glowing blue.
Magnus took a step back, bumping into Cleo, who was now standing and waiting only a foot behind him.
“What are you?” he demanded.
His feet grew warm. He looked down, astonished to see a ring of bright, amber fire had formed around him. Cleo shrieked and leapt away from the flames.
“What am I?” Kyan repeated, cocking his head. “You mean, you really don’t know?”
“No!” Lucia grabbed hold of the young man’s arm. “Kyan, don’t do this. Not to him.”
“Apologies, little sorceress, but it’s already done.”
The flames grew higher, curling up around Magnus’s legs like fiery snakes. He couldn’t move, couldn’t think; all he could do was watch them slither around his body. But while he could feel the warmth of the flames through the leather of his trousers, they hadn’t actually touched him—hadn’t burned him—yet.
But they would. Magnus knew this, without a single doubt.
“Perhaps you didn’t hear me the first time, Kyan.” Lucia’s voice rose. “I said no.”
A ferocious blast of air magic slammed into Magnus. He flew backward, hurtling about twenty paces, to land hard right next to Nic’s unconscious body. He looked around, stunned. His legs had been freed from the flames, which continued to burn where he’d previously stood.
Magnus quickly jumped back up to his feet, exchanging a brief, pained look with Cleo, before his gaze landed on his sister. “Lucia!”
Her arm hooked with Kyan’s, and she dragged the young man away in the opposite direction. Shakily, Magnus began to run after them.
o;How strange. I, on the other hand, do feel something. I feel the very strong need to throw you in my dungeon for kidnapping and corrupting my sister.”
Kyan snorted softly. “The sister you remember showed only a glimmer of what she was destined to become. Does her magnificence blind you?”
“Kyan,” Lucia interrupted, coming to stand between the two. “Ignore Magnus, there’s nothing he can do to us. We’ve found a wheel, right here in Limeros, just like that old witch promised. What’s the problem?”
“Can you feel its magic? Can you summon it back?”