Magical Midlife Meeting (Leveling Up 5)

The car entered the tunnel, and that thick, choking darkness washed over us. The driver must have turned on his lights, but I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. How could he see the road?

“Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, it’s happening. We’re going to be attacked.” My magic ballooned around us, and my power ripped outward, seeking out danger. It found some sort of spell promoting blindness. I tried to blast through it and took out the window instead. Glass shattered, but the limo shuddered and kept moving. I belatedly thought to try the door. Locked. “We are not in his power,” I reminded myself in a whisper as panic ate at me. “No one has power over me!”

I fired off spells as quickly as I could, no idea how to counter whatever was making me blind but figuring I could create havoc in the meantime.

“Get clear,” I yelled at Austin.

His hand ripped free of mine, and I felt him practically dive forward in the limo. I could’ve just shielded him from what I was about to do, but I was acting faster than I was thinking, and that thought was belated as well.

I slammed a spell into the door. The back tire bounced into the air, the sound and sensation jarring as it came back down. Metal squealed and twisted. More glass shattered. Finally, the door ripped off and cool air gushed in, smelling of exhaust.

Darkness still cocooned me. The limo slammed to a stop.

“Do not go out that door,” Austin growled, clearly realizing I’d blasted it off. He didn’t need to tell me twice. I was no fool.

I tried a ball of light, but the magic creating the darkness swallowed it almost immediately. I tried again, and this time I pumped all my power into it. I didn’t care if it morphed the spell into something unexpected. I needed to see!

Before I fired it out of the limo, I felt out my people through the link and put a protective spell around them, making it a little larger to encompass the shifters I knew were near them. That done, I let loose.

White cracks formed within the blackness, spiderwebbing out. They grew and spread, almost like pressure fractures in a wall or cement. My spell was battling that of Elliot Graves, power against power. We’d see if I was any match for him.

While I waited for the verdict, not able to pump more power into the spell after shooting it off, I threw magical bombs, blasting the other door off and blowing out the rest of the limo’s side windows.

“Am I magically covered?”

“Hah!” I slapped out my hand in a stupid karate chop, uselessly striking Austin’s shoulder. I hadn’t heard him crawl back toward me. “Yes, yes, yes, though some of my more adventurous spells might physically jolt you.”

He squeezed my knee and brushed past me as he exited the limo from the hole on the other side, where the door used to be. Or so I thought. I obviously couldn’t see my handiwork.

Light forced its way through the inky blackness like the roots of a great oak, undaunted by the resistance, undeterred in its goal. I blasted the area directly in front of us, behind the next limo up, and heard metal pop, followed by a heavy thud, like bouncing.

I felt my people scramble toward the right, hurrying. Austin was around the back of the limo, already heading back toward me, moving faster than a non-shifter could, relying on his other senses to show him the way.

My magic blossomed through the sky, peeling back the blackness. It showered the curved sides of the great tunnel and shone against the mangled metal around me. Glass spread across the cement outside my door, Austin stepping on it in his fine suit, his hands at his jacket edges, ready to strip if he needed to change. A moment later, my stomach dropped.

My people were all standing on a cobblestone sidewalk in front of a large entryway, their eyes wide, hands hanging at their sides as they gaped at me. Behind them, glass littered the floor. What had once been a large glass double door was now a hole. Men and women in red suits, like hotel staff, cowered in the corners of the large room beyond with their arms over their heads.

Austin let go of his jacket and smoothly stepped toward me. I could feel his utter delight through the link but had no clue why.

My spell drifted away, taking the lingering blackness with it, and I noticed the lovely ornate gas lanterns suspended by chains above the road, the magical flames purple, blue, and pink. It almost reminded me of the crystals at the core of Ivy House. More lights glowed from the sides of the tunnel, highlighting the narrow road, the yellow line down the middle easy to see.