Jocelynn Drake - Dayhunter

The warlock looked away from me, staring off across the ruins. His brow was furrowed in thought as he turned over my argument. My understanding of how magic worked was pretty rudimentary, but the logic seemed to fit. If we used the magic here before the naturi, the power from the earth would dissipate and move on to the next location. It was extremely unlikely that the naturi would be able to find the next location before the new moon tomorrow night. They would have to wait until the Fall equinox more than a month away. That would give us ample time to hunt down Rowe and destroy him.

“There’s another problem,” Ryan stated after a couple minutes. “Regardless of which earth spell I cast, I’d have to start it with blood magic and then switch to earth magic.”

“Can you do that?” I asked, earning a very smug smile as laughter danced in his narrowed eyes. I rolled my own eyes in response. “So what’s the problem?”

“I don’t use my own soul to fuel my magic,” he admitted, his smile never wavering.

Of course not. That kind of nonsense was for the novices. Why waste the energy from your own soul when you could drain anyone else’s energy that happened to be near you? No wonder he was so comfortable as the head of Themis. Not only was he tapped into an excellent source of information regarding all the other races, but he was constantly surrounded by an ample source of energy. Much like nightwalkers, blood warlocks always stuck close to cities, while the few earth witches in the world preferred wooded regions. You have to stick close to your food source. Or in the case of magic users, your fuel source.

“I repeat: What’s the problem?”

“No humans nearby.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to remind him that Danaus was not far, but I swallowed the hunter’s name. We both knew that Danaus wasn’t entirely human, though I wondered if Ryan was aware that Danaus had some kind of bori connection. Obviously, the hunter was off limits, which was probably best for everyone involved.

“Can you use a nightwalker?” I asked. I wasn’t exactly comfortable with the idea of Ryan highjacking some of the energy that kept me alive, but I was more afraid of facing the naturi here in another battle to protect the seal.

“I can’t. You don’t have a s—”

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” I hissed, tightening my grip on his wrist. “Nightwalkers have souls. Besides, we’re pure blood magic. It’s how we stay alive.”

He moved his arm, twisting it so I would release him. “I can try. I’ve never done this so I can’t be sure—”

“I’ll be fine,” I said, cutting him off. Turning my attention back to the ruins, I looked over the area, searching for any sign of the naturi. It remained quiet, with only the sound of the wind lightly rustling the leaves in the surrounding trees. Before we moved, I mentally reached out and told Penelope and Hugo what our plans were. They would keep us covered while Ryan cast his spell.

I pushed off the ground with both hands, climbed the last couple stairs, and walked across the stone floor, heading deeper into the ruins. Since Danaus had yet to fire a single shot, Ryan and I assumed there wasn’t a naturi in the actual ruins. Of course, I checked more than once to make sure that Danaus was still alive and conscious. Not that I thought Penelope could kill Danaus, but I definitely didn’t trust her. I needed the hunter alive much more than I needed her at that moment.

“Where are we going?” Ryan whispered, leaning close to me as he spoke. It seemed silly to me. We were completely out in the open, easy targets. If the naturi couldn’t see us, I certainly wasn’t going to worry about them hearing us. Of course, when I replied, I whispered too. Some things defy logic when fear is twisting like a knot in your stomach.

“There’s a large courtyard in the center of the palace. I’m willing to bet the magic is strongest there,” I replied. Danaus and I had spent most of the flight to Crete studying maps of the Palace of Knossos. There was more than one place the naturi could use for the site of the sacrifice, which might be problematic with only five of us there. It would be better if we just got rid of the magic now and ruined their plans.

Pausing to edge around the corner of one of the few walls that was still standing, I saw Ryan closely examining the faint mural that had survived the centuries. Even in the darkness I could tell that the colors were relatively crisp despite the wear of the ages. I wished I could have taken the time to wander the ruins and marvel at what had obviously been an amazing structure. But for now the naturi dominated my thoughts.

“Mira,” he said, laying his hand on my shoulder before I could walk away from the wall. “Those old myths about the labyrinth…”

“The labyrinth was supposedly found under the palace.”

“And the minotaur?”

One of my eyebrows popped up in surprise at his question. I honestly couldn’t tell if he was serious or joking. The minotaur? The half-man, half-bull creature that was supposed to be held captive in the center of the maze.

“They made the lycanthropes,” Ryan reminded me when the silence had stretched for longer than he was comfortable.

“That has never been proven,” I murmured, shaking my head. I had trouble accepting that supposed myth surrounding the lycans and the naturi because there was a second half to it that I found even more distasteful, which had to do with the origins of my own race. “There’s no such thing as the minotaur. Just a fanciful human tale.”

We continued on for another couple minutes before we came to a large clearing in the center of the palace. The space was rectangular, its edges marked off by broken rocks from what had been the walls, columns, and roof of the building centuries ago. I had heard old tales of the Palace of Knossos when I was growing up in Chania, but we never traveled far from our home.

“Do you have a spell in mind?” I asked, turning my back to Ryan as he stood in the center of the clearing. The power in the air was incredible, pushing against me as if it could force its way through my skin and into my organs. But at the same time, the energy felt thick and heavy. The very molecules felt too large to sink into me, but it didn’t keep them from trying.

“Yes,” he replied. Even his voice seemed more muffled here, as if the sound was fighting its way through energy. “I’m going to create a storm.”

I suddenly spun around to face the warlock, my mouth falling open at his announcement. “Isn’t that a rather big spell? With this much power in the air, you could destroy half the island, not to mention us.”

“Actually, if I’m not extremely careful, I could destroy not only this island, but several others in the area,” he said. His voice was calm and even, as if the notion of ending countless lives didn’t ruffle his feathers in the least. “This is what you wanted.”

“I want you to cast a spell, not cause mass destruction. Why such a big spell?” I might not have known much about magic, but I did know that weather spells were extremely complicated and took a great deal of energy. Very few could even cast them, and of those that could, even fewer had the ability to control them once they were started.

“I told you, I’m not an earth user. I don’t know a lot of earth spells and the few I do know are very dangerous. Do you want me to do this?” he demanded. Both his hands were raised out to his sides, his palms facing out. It was as if he were about to grab the air around him and pull it in toward his body.

To my surprise, I hesitated only a moment. This was stupid. This was dangerous. And this might be our only chance to stop the naturi in Crete. If we could stop them tonight, I thought, we could spend the next few weeks hunting down Rowe, our main target.