“But that wasn’t our deal, Jaxson.”
I spun. Kahanov stood at the far end of the chamber with a shit-eating
grin on his face.
Jaxson’s claws extended. “This ends now, Kahanov. Release my pack.”
“The deal was your shifters for the girl. Why would I release them when
you haven’t met my demand?” The sorcerer paused, and his eyes flicked to
me. “Unless, of course, you’ve reconsidered.”
Irrational dread flooded my veins. I knew Jaxson said he would never
hand me over, but if it came down to several dozen members of his pack or
me, would he really keep his word?
“Wrong answer.” Jaxson dropped his light and bounded forward in a blur
of violence. The sickening sound of claws connecting with flesh was masked
by Kahanov’s scream.
Before I could react, a flash of green flame hurled Jaxson into a wall.
Sam rushed toward Kahanov, but he scrambled up the wall like a spider
and out of her reach, then drew forth the Soul Knife. “Fine. That’s the way
you want to do it? Then I’ll take what’s mine. Savannah’s soul.”
He lunged for me, and I scrambled back. In my terror, I focused on one
thing: summoning the knife to my hand.
With a puff of purple smoke, it vanished from his fist and appeared in
mine.
Kahanov grinned as he leapt back to the wall. “What a clever trick,
Savannah. I wish I’d thought to do that, too. Oh, wait. I did.”
He snapped the blade back to his hand.
My jaw dropped as I looked down at my empty palm.
Shit. This is going to be a problem.
“Die, asshole!” Sam shouted as she pulled out her pistol. She braced it on
her hand with the light and unloaded three rounds at him as he scrambled
along the ceiling of the cavern. I flinched as the deafening gunshots rang
through the cave, making my already damaged ears throb with pain.