They peered around for any sign of sorcerers lurking. She couldn’t see anything, even with her night vision. “We’re clear,” she told him.
“Okay. We run east about five blocks. There is a dark blue sedan parked on the right side. Keys are hidden on the right front wheel under the fender.”
“Got it.”
Quinn draped a bag handle around each shoulder, then took off. Daeva did the same and was right behind him. She’d run barely a block before she felt the first zing of magic behind her. She glanced over her shoulder just as a green bolt of energy slammed into the azalea bush she’d just passed.
“They’re on us!” she shouted to Quinn who was maybe three feet in front of her. “You get to the car. I’ll slow them down.”
She didn’t wait for him to respond. She stopped running and turned, already conjuring a ball of dark fire in her right palm. As a demon on this plane, she should have possessed many powers. Telekinesis, manipulation of elements—especially fire—moving through shadows. But she wasn’t sure which ones would work now that she was Quinn bound.
Her hands heated quickly, so she assumed her firepower was still intact. Once she had a good-sized fiery globe in her hand, she launched it at the two sorcerers running down the street toward her. The ball hit the pavement in front of them, sending up sparks, and a wall of flame.
It wouldn’t last long, so she hoped Quinn had made it to the vehicle. Before the flames could go out, she made another ball in her left hand. It wasn’t nearly as big or powerful, but it would have to do. She had always been right-handed.
But before she could release it, a bolt of magic clipped her in the shoulder, and she dropped the sphere of fire. The moment it hit the sidewalk, it exploded in an array of sparks and flames leaped at her. She dived to the right and fell onto her side on the grass before her pants started to burn.
She looked up just as two other sorcerers advanced on her, their hands glowing green with power. Rolling, she gained her feet and started to run, but they were right on her ass. Sudden jolts of searing pain rushed up her back. The impact of their magic pushed her forward and she stumbled again, falling to her knees.
She couldn’t believe the pain surging over her body. She’d never felt anything like that before. Obviously she was more fragile topside than she was in hell. The binding must’ve made her human like.
A kick in the back of her head sent her face down to the cement. She tried to push up, but one of the men pressed her down with his boot on her back.
“We got the demon bitch,” one of the men called.
“There’s no need for name-calling.” Daeva pushed up with all her strength, sweeping her leg at the man. She knocked over the sorcerer standing on her.
Once he was down, she stumbled to her feet. But the other one was there, grabbing her by the back of the head.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
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