Free the huntress 04 - eternal magic by Linsey Hall

demons. Three shadow demons had raised their hands to throw their ammo, and two fire sword demons came at me from either side. Aidan was occupied with five of his own demons.
    With just my daggers, these odds were looking bad.
    I raised Righty and flung it at the closest fire sword demon. The blade pierced his neck, and I called it back immediately. I caught the flying dagger as three blasts of smoke flew at me. I dodged all but one, which hit me in the leg and knocked me over.
    Pain blazed up my leg from the heat. Over the top of my high boot, my jeans were singed and burned, the skin beneath slightly fried.
    A flash of white caught my eye as I staggered to my feet. Five white robed figures raced down the temple steps.
    Backup.
    At least, I hoped so. 
    They threw jets of light at the demons, blasting them backward.
    “Hurry!” one of the women yelled. Her dark hair blew in the wind. “Get inside!”
    I raced toward her, limping on my bad leg, my lungs burning. Aidan joined me. When I narrowly dodged a blast of smoke, Aidan raced ahead and dropped to a knee so that his back was low to the ground. I scrambled onto him, and he raised his wings on either side, creating a protective wall around me, then sprinted toward the temple steps.
    I crouched low and clung to him as he thundered up the stairs. The white-robed figures continued to throw their blasts of light, knocking the demons back.
    “This way!” The dark-haired woman gestured for us to enter the temple through the great white gate. Carved marble figures peered down at us from all sides. They were all draped in robes as well. “It is safe inside.”
    Aidan crossed under the gate, entering a symmetrical courtyard surrounded on all sides by columns and white marble buildings. In the middle, a fountain spewed clear, glittering water into a large square pool.
    Steps led up to the many buildings and walkways. It was all Classical architecture done in marble, like the ancient ruins of Greece, but preserved perfectly. 
    Trees grew in patches, shielding marble benches. Scholars sat in the shade, writing in notebooks. At least, I thought they were scholars. They certainly looked serious enough with their furrowed brows, some wearing togas and some wearing tweed suits. 
    I slid off Aidan’s back, and a shimmer of gray light surrounded him as he transformed back into a man. Once he was human again, his concerned gaze darted to my leg. He frowned, then approached, wrapping an arm around my waist. I leaned into him gratefully, taking some of the weight off the bad limb.
    “How’s the leg?” he asked.
    “I’ve had worse.” Though it hurt like a demon bite.
    Aidan leaned over and hovered his hand over my calf. Cooling relief radiated from his palm as he used his healing gift to mend the worst of my injury. It still smarted, but it was vastly better.
    “That’s the extent of what I can do,” he said and stood. “But if it still bothers you, they should have a healer here.”
    I put weight on the leg and it only hurt a bit, so I shook my head. “I’m fine. Thank you for that.”
    The woman who had gestured us into the compound approached. She had bright gray eyes and a serene expression.
    “Thank you for saving us,” I said.
    “Not at all, Cassiopeia Clereaux and Aidan Merrick. Welcome to the Lyceum of Metis.”
    Aidan nodded his thanks while I racked my memory for my knowledge of Ancient Greece. Lyceum meant a school of some kind, which meant that Metis probably referred to the Titaness by that name. Metis was also known as the Mother of Wisdom, if I was remembering right.
    But what was more interesting was that this woman knew my whole name, which had been chosen by my fifteen-year-old self when I’d woken in a field with no memories.
    “You’re a seer,” I said. 
    “Indeed. Ophelia Dominiki. I woke this morning with the knowledge that you would be visiting.” She glanced back at the gate and the other Lyceum guardians who were returning from the short