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numbers flashed down, down—did seconds really go by that fast?
    12, 11, 10, 9…
    The magical shield holding him back dissipated enough for him to break free of it. He tried, but still couldn’t reach her through her shielding, so he yelled at Denal, Justice, and Alexios. For all the notice they took of him shouting at them to “Get out— get out — RUN ,” he might as well not have been there. Instead, the three of them fanned out to form an Atlantean shield between the bomb and Erin.
    She waved a hand in the air, still chanting, and the three warriors flew back and away from the bomb and hit the walls. “Yes, run, get out, that’s a splendid idea,” she murmured, then returned to her chant.
    It was too late, anyway, far too late, and even though he couldn’t get to her, by Poseidon’s balls there was no way that he would leave her, even if they had to die together. He called for his power and flowed into mist, hoping he could get past her shield in that form. It worked, and he shot over her head and then shimmered back into shape between Erin and the bomb, channeling water as he transformed. Knowing it was futile, he shoved the force of water at the bomb.
    He barely noticed when Justice ran up beside him and added his own powerful channeling—all he could see were those damned red flashing numbers. Together they hurled a deluge of water at the bomb—drenching it, drowning it—and it had absolutely no effect.
    7, 6…
    Erin’s chanting grew louder and stronger, and a silvery glow formed around her raised hands, but it was too late. Too late.
    5, 4…
    Justice dropped to the ground and covered his head in a futile effort to duck and cover. At the same second, Erin threw her hands out and a bolt of silvery light streamed from her hands toward the bomb—covered it entirely, sealed a cylinder around it—but it was too little, too late.
    Justice mumbled something that sounded like, “Damnit, I wanted to tell Conlan and Ven a few things before I died—”
    But the sound of Ven’s heart pounding drowned out the rest of the words.
    2, 1, 0.
    The blinding flash of the explosion nearly fried Ven’s retinas, and he could feel the floor shake and the walls rattle with the force of an earthquake. He rubbed his eyes and stared at the shield, which still glowed over and around the heat and light, and had somehow—impossibly—contained the explosion.
    Ven watched, open-mouthed, as chunks of shrapnel slammed off the inside of Erin’s magical barrier and clattered harmlessly to the floor. He tore his gaze away from the sight and stared at Erin, who stood shaking, her pale face drained and gray, her hands still out. As he reached for her, she let her hands fall to her sides.
    â€œA little bit harder than I’d expected,” she whispered, and then she collapsed into his arms. He scooped her up and stood there holding her, both of them trembling, while he swore viciously in Atlantean.
    â€œWhat in the nine hells was that?” Alexios said, crouching down to stare at the wreckage of the bomb and the giant hole in Ven’s floor.
    â€œI didn’t know witches could do that,” Denal said, eyes wide.
    â€œShe’s stronger than any witch I’ve ever seen,” Justice mused. Then he looked up at Ven and Erin. “And Caligula turned her sister. So now we have a powerful witch-turned-bloodsucker on the side of the bad guys. I’m pretty sure we’re fucked.”
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    Erin woke up belted into the passenger seat of a speeding vehicle. The rebound headache dug viciously at her brain; using magic always came with a price. Especially since she’d lost control for those final three seconds and called to the Wilding. She pushed the memory into a small, locked chamber in her mind and decided to worry about it later. She was still alive, Ven was still alive; the rest could come later.
    The physical price had