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Liam was also back on his feet, but he didn’t attack. “She wields a dark weapon—what a surprise.” The mist in his eyes grew thicker, coalescing into something unpleasant as he stared at me. “Like father, like daughter!”


“My father worked for a member of the vampire mafia,” I admitted, “but that doesn’t make him—”


But Liam wasn’t listening. “Be grateful I don’t put a bullet in your head right now,” he spat. “I can guarantee that no one would question it!”


The hate in his face killed any impulse to try to win him over. I stopped extending myself, my defenses slamming firmly into place. I didn’t reply, just sent him an expression that was the facial equivalent of the finger.


I was sick of the Circle treating me like roadkill because I hadn’t come out of their precious initiate pool. Okay, my track record wasn’t perfect, but considering the amount of training I’d received for this job, it could have been a lot worse. And maybe I’d have done a little better if they had ever made the slightest attempt to work with me.


“It would be the last thing you did,” Pritkin promised.


Liam sucked in a breath. “How can you defend her?” he demanded. “Consider what she came from! A dark mage for a father, a ruined initiate for a mother, a vampire for a surrogate and, if the rumors are to be believed, another for a lover! Can’t you see what’s coming? Hell, man, open your eyes! She’s already divided the Circle and helped to start a war, and she hasn’t been on the throne a month yet! What’s next?”


“She hasn’t been on the throne at all,” Pritkin replied as the two men circled each other. “Thanks to you and the rest of the Circle, she’s never even seen it.”


“And she never will,” Liam said flatly. He launched himself at Pritkin and the two men lurched around the sand together.


Meanwhile, the clouds above us had formed themselves into what looked an awful lot like a tornado. A big, blue tornado spitting lightning at everything in its path. It whirled and writhed as if possessed, twisting bluish black clouds into a violent surge of pure force. Heat was coming off it—dizzying, sear-your-skin heat—while the inner column glowed with a light that permeated even the clouds. It painted the landscape with madly leaping shapes and cast light shadows on the other war mages, who had landed and were now running for us at top speed.


I ignored them, far more worried about the way the clouds were funneling down into a sharp point maybe a mile away. “Is it supposed to do that?” I asked hysterically.


Both men paused to look at me, but then the rest of the mages were on us and the fight began in earnest. Half a dozen jumped Pritkin, while I stood there and watched as the awesome power of the ley line pulsed, crested—and drained into the breach it had made into our world. Someone grabbed my arms, pulling them back brutally, but I hardly noticed. The tornado or whatever it was finished spiraling down to some goal just out of sight. And then the sky burned white.


I had time to see Pritkin turn his face away, the bones beneath his skin etched in the instant of brilliant glare. The surrounding brush and boulders and the worn leather of his beaten-up coat were all suddenly, vividly clear as the flash seared away their color. The flare was followed by a sound louder than a thunderclap, only worse; it knifed through my eardrums, filling my whole head with the vibration of it.


My eyelids squeezed shut, but a soundless white light burned through my lids as the ground rumbled beneath my feet. A hot rush of wind tangled my hair and the mage holding my arm abruptly let go. I raised my hands to help shield my eyes, but the light was already gone. After a moment, I cautiously peeked out from between my fingers, trying to get my vision to work again. But for a long moment, I couldn’t see anything but a leaping field of red.


The haze eventually lifted to show me a black sky littered with stars instead of searing white or dancing blue flames. As incredible as it seemed, it was over. Except for the fierce hail of debris. The mages combined their shields to protect the area while I crouched down, hands over my head, as rubble smashed against the shield in blooms of red-orange fire.


The barrage finally stopped and the mages dropped the shield with a wave of relieved sighs. Something brushed my hand, and I looked down to see a few gray flakes trembling on the breeze before blowing away. Ash.


All around us, a soft rain of ash was falling, filling the air, covering the sand. Something over the hill was burning. Great boiling clouds hung on the horizon, eating the stars, dark at the tops but red-lit from below where flames fingered the sky.


“My God,” someone said, “it hit MAGIC.”


Chapter Seven


There was a small quiet as we all stared at the hill. I could hear hollow echoes of the blast reverberating in my head and feel sweat trickling down my cheek, stinging a cut on my lip. Then someone started walking toward the ridge, a black silhouette against the dim glow, and we all followed.


I made it to the crest of the dune and froze. The canyon looked like a giant meteor had hit it. Where a cluster of adobe buildings had once stood, there was nothing but a yawning crater, black and still smoking. The initial heat must have been incredible. In places the sand had taken on a runny, glasslike sheen, melted in an instant.


Nothing moved.


No, I thought, but it was distant and blank. We all stared at the place MAGIC should have been for a long moment. Finally, somebody started moving and the rest of us followed. We picked our way down an old path until it was lost under a drift of dirt and rock thrown up by the explosion. Judging by the colors, some of it had come from far underground. The once pale tan landscape was now raw umber, old gold, blackened bronze and ash gray. It was also slippery in places, where cooling glass hid under the softer sand that was still raining down. I kept my footing because Pritkin had me by the arm, his grip mirroring the tight clench of his jaw.


The mages seemed to have forgotten I was there. We sidestepped over broken stones together, across drifts of white-speckled ash, under clouds of fine black particles that billowed up with every movement and settled over our clothes, our faces, our hair. I could taste them at the back of my throat. Nothing could have survived.


My legs suddenly gave out, dumping me in the dirt. I rested my head on my knees and took slow, deep breaths, forcing the hollow, aching fear pushing at my ribs to still. More ash floated up, threatening to choke me, and I didn’t care. I saw a succession of faces across my vision, all friends who lived and worked at MAGIC—or had. One in particular caught my breath. Rafe, my childhood friend, was the closest thing I ever had to a father. And he was buried under there along with the rest, assuming he hadn’t been incinerated by the explosion.


Part of my brain was busy running the odds, looking for an angle that would provide a way out—even when I knew damn well there wasn’t one. I wrapped my arms around my torso and shook but not with grief. Not yet. It was rage that stopped my throat and made it almost impossible to speak. It felt like being flayed, being hollowed out and filled with boiling acid. I’d never experienced so much anger, such a bitter desire to strike back. Because this wasn’t something that our enemies had done to us.


I’d said we were going to tear ourselves apart; I just hadn’t thought it would start so soon.


The mages were shuffling around like zombies, blank faced and disbelieving. Their feet stirred up black and gray clouds, disturbing the embers. Something was burning underground. There were glowing orange-red spots beneath the ashes, dotted here and there like a huge funeral pyre. I watched them with eyes that stung and watered from more than the particles in the air.


The Senate was gone. Beyond the personal tragedy, it was a military disaster—the disaster—that would almost certainly hand Apollo a win. Not today, maybe, but soon. Whether their arrogance allowed them to see it or not, the Circle couldn’t hold out alone against the forces he had amassed. It would be lucky to last the month.


“Shift us inside,” Pritkin said, his voice a harsh rasp. Several nearby mages heard him and turned to look at me, expressionless and tense as drawn wire.


I slowly lifted my head, gazing at Pritkin through a haze of grief and rage. His eyes were dark and wild, the pupils devouring the green, leaving a corona of feverish jade. He looked wounded; he looked the way I felt, as if he’d done the calculations, too. As if he already knew we’d lost.


“I thought we’d at least get to fight the war first,” I said.


“The lower levels. Cassie—with MAGIC’s wards, some may still be intact!” He gripped my arms like there was some kind of urgency. Like any wards could have held against that. “Take us there!”


“Null net,” I said, unable to get anything else out.


“Remove it!” I heard Pritkin order someone, but I didn’t bother to see who. Sweat was running down my back, soaking the seam of the dress, and I must have touched something hot because my palms were burned. “She is innocent of the charges. Let her prove it—remove the net and she’ll help us!”


“Help us?” Liam stepped forward, almost unrecognizable with his grubby face, blossoming black eye and hate-filled snarl. “She killed a dozen mages tonight!”


“The fissure killed them,” Pritkin retorted. “And she had nothing to do with that.”


It was like Liam didn’t hear him. “They were good men! Richardson most of all, killed while still in mourning for his son—another of her victims!”


The unfairness of the accusation should have bothered me. It would have, ten minutes ago. Now I didn’t even blink. For some reason, I wasn’t angry anymore; instead, I felt empty, like someone had hollowed out my body and replaced my bones with dry wood, like I’d break if I moved too fast.


“She didn’t kill Nick,” Pritkin said, maintaining his temper although his glare could have powdered diamond. “She wasn’t even there when it happened. And Richardson died in the fissure.”


“So you say,” Liam sneered. “Yet she survived.”


“Barely.”

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