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Master of Smoke

Master of Smoke

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Autoren: Angela Knight
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hunks of his soul. And the pieces that were left were scattered, disconnected. Confused and bleeding.
    She plunged deeper, sensing that some vital part of him had been severed. Something responded to her psychic touch with a rumbling, wordless question. The Cat, Belle realized, the most primal part of him, all animal instinct and elemental power. Her hand curled tightly around the pewter figure as she drew hard on her magic, then sent it pouring into him, drawing Cat up out of the darkness, so that she could bind him and the Sidhe warrior together again.
    “No,” Cat’s voice rumbled. He began to fight her, pulling away, resisting her attempt to reweave the connections between them. “Our mate will reject us.” To the Sidhe he added, “I would not cost you her love.”
    “She swore she wouldn’t turn from us,” the warrior said. “She knows we need each other to defeat Warlock. Otherwise he’ll kill us all, including Eva.”
    “That is logic,” Cat warned. “There is no logic in the heart.” Belle could sense his sadness. “But I suppose we have no choice. And I have missed you, my brother.”
    She felt them reach for each other. Acting on pure instinct, she poured magic into them to make up for the elemental’s missing energies. Something clicked, snapping home as if some magnetic force had kicked in, unifying them into one.

    David sucked in a hard breath as Cat’s mind brushed his consciousness with feral energy that felt as if it had always been part of him.
    Not always, Cat said, but close enough.
    The alien beast extended a great paw and touched him, and he gasped. Memories streaked through his consciousness, striking like lightning bolts, illuminating his mind with sensations, thoughts, with parts of his consciousness that had been lost. You’re back, he thought in incandescent joy.
    Yes, but we’ve more of us to find. Warlock has the elemental, and we’ve got to get him back.
    Cat was right. He could feel his spirit brother out there in the hands of his enemy, aching and cold and lost.
    We can’t let Warlock use us as a battery to power his insanity, Cat said.
    “I can anchor you,” Belle said, her voice a smooth, silken whisper. “But I’ll have to remain with our bodies or Warlock could send someone to kill us all.”
    That would be wise. David couldn’t tell who’d thought the words, and it really didn’t matter anyway.
    It would matter to Eva, Cat thought grimly.
    It might, David replied. But I want her alive, whether she loves me or not.
    So he and Cat dove deep, swimming along the Mageverse’s most hidden trails, leaving the witch standing guard over their empty flesh.
    Searching for the elemental.
    SIXTEEN
    “Oh, Jesus,” Eva said, stiffening in alarm as she stared at David’s limp, furry form.
    When Belle had first touched him, a web of energy had sprung up around his body, the pattern following the jagged silver stripes cutting across his shoulders and haunches. He’d stared into Belle’s eyes, his own wide, absorbed. And then his gaze went fixed, the expression draining away from his face.
    “What’s happening?” Eva demanded, her gaze flying to Tristan, who at least seemed aware of her. Unlike the witch, whose eyes were as blank as David’s. “Is he dying?” She heard the panic sharpening her voice and clenched her fists, trying to contain the frantic need to hit something.
    Tristan’s mailed hand fell on her arm, restraining her. “It’s all right. They’re just working some kind of magic. He’ll be back.” His voice dropped to a murmur. “She’ll be back.”
    Unfortunately, he didn’t sound all that convinced.

    They found the elemental swimming slowly in a cage of light. David/Cat remembered Smoke as sleek and powerful, a blazing thing of energy and joy, not at all physical.
    Pure magic.
    Now the poor creature looked tattered, so dim as to barely burn at all. Starving and desperate.
    Oh, gods. David felt sickened. What has that bastard done to you?
    It’s you, it’s you! At last ... oh, free me, Smoke begged in a voice so faint, they could barely hear him through the containment spell’s buzz of magic. I grow so weeaaak. I sent our power to you, but I used too much of my own to do it. I die ...
    Damn Warlock. Shared rage burned through David and Cat, a blazing anger that Warlock would dare so abuse the elemental. But with the fury came fear. If the sorcerer could do something like this to Smoke, near god that he was, how could the two of them

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