Devilish Game (Shadow Guild: The Rebel 4)

And Grey wasn’t here. I’d feel him.

I’d known this was a possibility, but thought it highly unlikely, considering the fact that we had the entire witches’ coven on our side. I’d underestimated Anton’s goon, though.

This was better than nothing, though. At least I’d be on the inside.

“I’m here,” the bastard bellowed.

I played dead, pretending to be unconscious. Through narrowed eyes, I could see that we were in the middle of an open courtyard inside the temple. The protective dome shimmered overhead.

From the other side of the courtyard, five red-cloaked figures appeared. Their faces were all blocked by their hoods, but the magic radiating from them felt slimy and gross. Behind them, I could see dozens of figures appear through doorways and windows.

There were so many of them. We’d need an army to take them all.

Fear slithered down my spine.

Don’t think of it.

I needed to focus on my goals—rescue those who had been kidnapped and find that damned lever to let my friends in.

The figures neared. One of them paid careful attention to me, his frank perusal making my stomach turn.

“She’s conscious.” He raised a hand and shot a blast of red magic at me.

Pain slammed into my head, and darkness took me.

Minutes or hours passed—I had no idea—but I felt him again.

Grey.

Just like in my dreams.

My mind was foggy, but I fought to remember what was going on. Why was I asleep right now?

Kidnapped.

My friends were back at the Witches’ Guild and I was here.

“Grey,” I shouted, the words sounding hollow in my mind. But I could feel him.

Grey.

I called upon my magic, trying to manipulate it to my will. It had been growing, connecting me to him, and maybe even to the voice in my head that I thought might be Anat. I just needed to make my magic do what I wanted it to do.

I envisioned him, trying to find him through the ether. Trying to go to him in whatever strange and magical way that I could. He was so close, I just needed to get to him.

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Grey

I reached for Carrow, but she slipped through my grasp. The ether pulled her away and spat me out, shoving me back into Guild City. I slammed to the ground, terror racing through me.

Heart thundering, I surged to my feet and searched the area around the clearing, desperate to find her.

Of course she wasn’t there.

My skin turned icy. I’d never felt such fear in all my days—not even when the vampire had turned me so long ago.

They’d taken her.