Magical Midlife Meeting (Leveling Up #5)(55)

“No, no, no!” Hollace dove into her, and her spell went wide, glancing off Noah’s right shoulder.

The air concussed and Noah flew sideways, landing on the side of his face, his legs flying into the air over him. He crumpled and lay still. Even though the impact had been blunted by whatever defenses he’d erected, plus the fact that it had barely glanced off him, he still wasn’t even close to a match for her.

Sebastian and Nessa stood. “Oh!”

“Yield, yield, yield, yield,” a mage said as he sprinted away from the rampaging gorilla.

Another ran toward the stands, a woman who was pretty quick on her feet. The basajaun was faster, though. He swiped her from behind and sent her up into the air, over the first barrier and into someone’s lap.

“The fight is done,” Kiki called, not entering the field. “The fight is done!”

Jessie’s people stopped moving, and Noah’s people—those still standing—kept running, their flight reflex taking over.

Austin turned toward the crowd, toward Sebastian, and reared up again, releasing a roar full of rage and dominance and challenge. Sebastian could feel it in every fiber of his being. He reached for the back of his chair with a shaking hand and sat down slowly. Nessa took one step away, then another.

Austin lowered back down to all fours before changing back into his human form. He’d just issued a promise, and while Sebastian didn’t know exactly how it translated, the effect had rattled his bones and made him rethink this whole endeavor.

“Okay, yeah,” Nessa said, out of breath. “Sure, yeah, okay. You win. You were right. That is…”

“Terrifying, yes.”

“It’s not even a normal kind of terrifying. It’s like it…” She touched her chest. “It’s not rational, that fear.”

“They’re predators. It’s primal.”

“Yeah. Wow. Why am I more attracted to Broken Sue because of it?”

“I do not know. You’re crazy.”

“No argument there.”

Jessie walked her people off the berm, and though Sebastian’s attendant should’ve accompanied them, no one stepped forward to do it. Sebastian didn’t blame them. He wouldn’t want to, either.

“That is why I want the shifters on my side,” Sebastian said.

“And the basajaun. Don’t forget that crazy basajaun. Now I get why that guy froze in the hallway.”

“And the basajaun. Jessie and her team of shifters are worth more than any other crew at this meeting. If the others can’t see that yet, wait until I let her fly and remove the restriction against killing.”

“Those shifters wouldn’t have been so effective without Jessie’s magical defense,” Nessa said thoughtfully. “They still would’ve won, definitely, but they would’ve felt the hits. It wouldn’t have been such a landslide. And if the mages had outnumbered them…well, I could see the battle going a very different way.”

“Yes, and that is why shifters are under the thumb of mages right now. But Jessie—and I—teaming with them changes the score card. It’ll make all the difference.”

“I agree.” She was quiet for a moment. “I think you should rethink the way you plan to meet her, Sebastian,” Nessa said as she sat down again, her voice tight with nerves. She clearly hadn’t taken the threat seriously before, seeing what everyone else did—a past Jane, a bunch of animals, plus a few dudes with capes. The reality was beyond what any sheltered mage—and there were a lot of those—could imagine.

“I can’t,” he replied. “It’s been foretold. I will keep my end of the bargain, come what may.”





TWENTY

“WHEN IS THE NEXT BATTLE?” I dried my hair with a towel, wearing workout sweats and a hoodie.

Most of my crew lounged in the common space, lazy this morning after dominating in the arena yesterday. Everyone was present except for Austin, who was in the shower, and Edgar, who was drinking some blood in his room so as not to gross everyone out. We’d just barely managed to follow the no-kill rule. I’d had to come back out and heal Noah, plus the guy the basajaun had thrown into a wall.

I’d also seen Elliot Graves up in the stands, and I could tell he was in the flesh. He was there, just out of reach. With everything going on, there was no way I could’ve gotten to him, not without him getting a good shot off at me first.

“This afternoon.” Niamh sat on the couch with her feet up. “We goin’?”

“Yeah, I think we should, don’t you? It’s the two more powerful mages, right?” I slung the towel over my shoulder.

“I’ll have that, miss.” Mr. Tom took it from me. “Are you hungry? Do you want anything?”

“Order from the kitchen,” Cyra called from her position near the fridge. “I like their cooks.”

“I can make whatever they can make,” Mr. Tom replied, puffing up.

“Yes, it just won’t taste as good,” she said.

“Ah, sure,” Niamh answered me, beer in hand. “It’ll just be spells, but we can go if you wan’ta.”

“Maybe I can get some ideas for spells or something.” I plopped down into a chair. “Or we can at least see how they fight.”