Magic on the Hunt (Allie Beckstrom, Book 6)
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In the secret lockup of the Authority, the council that decides what can and can't be done with magic, an undead magic user has possessed one of the prisoners. He wants his freedom-and then some. Now Allie Beckstrom and her lover, Zayvion, are the first line of defense against the chaos he's about to unleash on the city of Portland...
Zay said. He walked around to Shame and gently placed his hand on his shoulder. Shame tipped a slight smile up at him. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “Damn well better not.” Zay gave him a stern look, then shifted it to Terric. “I got him,” Terric said softly. Shame just sighed. “I got myself, thank you.” I was already dialing Nola’s number. Zay took my elbow, and we started walking. “Nola?” We were already across the shop by the time she answered. “Allie? I’ve been trying
said. “How are you feeling?” “Sore and alive,” Zay said. He poured a cup of coffee and plucked up an ice tea, then walked over to me. “A little vengeful.” He gave me the coffee and sat on the couch, letting out an exhale when he settled into the plush leather. Maeve took a seat in a chair, her cane resting on the arm, and sighed. “Aren’t we all?” Victor went back to fiddling with that little tech device before choosing a chair to sit in. He pressed a button, and the wall behind the other couch
“Tell him to open it,” Shame said. I did not like the idea of him using my body, but it would go a lot faster if I let him. And then we could leave this place. “Fine, but you two make sure he doesn’t do something stupid, like throw me down the stairs.” “If he’d wanted you dead, you’d be dead by now,” Shame said. “We’ll watch,” Zay said. Open the safe, I said. Dad stepped forward in my mind. He was still broody but resigned. I knew if he could turn the tables to his advantage, he would. But
“No? So the Authority operated for what, ten, twenty years without anyone guarding the gates?” Seriously, whoever had been making decisions for the safety of the city got a D-minus in my book. “Only since Mikhail walked through the gate to death.” “Was pushed,” I said. “By Dane,” Shame agreed. “No, by Sedra.” “What? You get hit in the head back there?” Shame asked. I suddenly realized I hadn’t told anyone what my father had told me in the dream. It had been only three days since that dream.
that could draw blood. “Shame,” I said, “don’t make him hurt you. I don’t need more blood on the floor.” I plucked at my sleeve, which was still damp and sticky. Then I set my empty teacup on the coffee table and stood. “Where are you going?” Zay asked. “To get clean and dressed.” “Let me help.” He pushed away from the table with a grimace. “No,” I said, “I can get dressed on my own. I’ll be right out. Try not to murder Shame.” I went to the bathroom first and washed all the blood off my