Blood Sport

Chapter Fifty

His dagger broke the skin.

A scream broke from her throat.

She wouldn't get to him in time.

The doors flung open.

Her heart stopped.

Then something happened.

She was in the air again, feeling like she was floating through space. Her soul left her body. Her feet left the ground.

A purple haze surrounded her. A sky full of diamonds and dolphins, death, life and music.

Most of all, darkness.

Something so sinfully dark she felt it tearing, punching, at her core. Dying to be let inside. To corrupt her organs. To steal something precious and never give it back.

A green and blue fog clouded her vision, like stars but so much darker. Infinitely darker.

She hit the ground seconds before Killian did.

Frantically, she glanced his way.

The dagger laid on the other side of the room.

Whatever this was, it'd stopped him.

That skin he'd pierced would be mending itself already, fixing his attempt to end this.

She blinked away the sleepiness. The blurriness of hitting her head. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she forced herself to focus on those open doors. She kept Killian in her sight.

I'll kill him myself before he gets near that dagger again.

A figure stood in the doorway. She couldn't place a face. Couldn't see clearly enough to recognise those features. Yet through the blurriness of it all, she knew that irksome cadence of his voice.

"Well I'll be damned," Seth said with a low wolf whistle. "This shit actually works."

Sight and sense returned to her. She could just about see the object in his hands. It was a blaster of sorts.

Maybe she didn't know what it was, but she knew exactly what lingered at the core of it.

Dark magic.

Seth had gotten his hands dirty with dark magic.

Or maybe not his hands.

Seth couldn't invent something of that nature. He was a tracker. And whatever that thing was certainly didn't track.

What's going on?

She knew, as he took one step into the room, that whatever barrier had been keeping them in here before was gone now. Whatever that thing was had effectively destroyed it. Dark magic of all things would get them out of this.

"What have—"

The words died in her throat.

She couldn't breathe.

She needed to sit up and let her healing kick in.

This scene would explain itself later.

"What's this bad boy?" The tracker asked, catching on all the same. "This is my new one-of-a-kind barrier blaster. I call it the shlong-a-tron 3000. I mean would you look at the girth on this thing. I can barely hold it. Wait till you hear how I got it."

"Wha—"

"You wouldn't believe the bull crap day I'm having," Seth pressed, lobbing the weapon aside. Too carelessly. Dark magic was unpredictable. What if that thing malfunctioned? "Work this, work that. Can't a man just take a five-minute break, y'know?" As Reagan struggled to sit up, Seth looked from her to the other side of the room. To Killian. "Don't worry about the guards. I knocked their furry balls out with silver, specially heated to a permanent 3924 degrees."