Taste of Darkness
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All humor dropped as he gaped at me for a moment. “Will you?”
“Are you crazy? I was just kidding.”
“I know, but I’ve been curious about your healing powers. There’s no record of that defensive move you’ve used in my book on magic. I’d like to feel it for myself.”
Remembering the attack at the infirmary, I hugged my chest. “Unfortunately, it’s not a secret any longer.” I explained about the head-to-toe covering they wore. My magic only worked if I touched skin.
“Still it would be useful to know the extent of the pain.”
“You are crazy.”
“Please.”
Low blow. “All right, but answer my question first or I won’t zap you.” Did I really just say that? The situation had turned unreal.
Ryne smiled, acknowledging the twisted logic. “If Estrid desires power beyond her Realm of Ozero, then I will stop her. I promised Kerrick that I would return our world to its preplague state—with all Fifteen Realms thriving and prospering. Once that’s accomplished, I’ll retreat to Ivdel and assume my place as its king.”
A heck of a to-do list. And it explained why he hadn’t assumed the title. Impressed, I studied Ryne. Intensity burned from his hazel eyes. Kerrick had utter faith in this man, which meant I did, too.
Ryne stuck out his arm. “Okay, now zap me.”
I gestured toward his bed. “It would be better if you lie down. Some people have a low pain tolerance and collapse right away.”
He huffed in amusement, but followed my advice. Before I took his hand he said, “Low pain tolerance? Do you judge people based on their pain thresholds?”
“Don’t worry—your manhood isn’t at stake. Well...unless you break down and bawl like a baby,” I teased. “Then I have no choice but to tell the monkeys and Flea.”
“I’d expect nothing less. Uh...have people bawled?”
“Yes. It can be very overwhelming. Just squeeze my hand twice if it gets too severe.”
“You once told me you zapped Kerrick so you could escape. How long did he last?”
Bittersweet memories surged. I’d blasted him with every ounce of strength, depleting all my energy. “I didn’t escape.” The stubborn, infuriating man wouldn’t let go. And I hoped that exasperating quality helped him now.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, I would have been impressed except I hated his guts at the time.” I patted Ryne on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, I don’t hate you. Well, not at the moment. But if we keep reminiscing...”
“All right.” He laced his fingers in mine.
Magic flowed from my core, but instead of healing, I channeled it to cause pain. Starting out with a tiny spark, I gradually increased the power. Ryne’s expression tightened and he fisted his other hand. Color leaked from his face as sweat beaded on his forehead. All his muscles tensed.
He pumped my hand a few minutes after I’d reached the level most people collapse at. I stopped. Ryne lay there panting. He wiped his sleeve over his face, mopping up the sweat before it reached his eyes.
Pushing up to his elbow, he said, “Wow. That’s a significant weapon you have. And as soon as you stopped, all the pain disappeared.”
“That’s because the magic affects your nerves, but doesn’t damage them.”
“Handy.”
“As long as there’s exposed skin for me to touch. Otherwise it’s useless.”
“What about that neck thing?” Ryne pointed to the base of his skull.
“That’s harder to do in a fight. I need to touch the exact spot and send a burst of power. That move doesn’t hurt, it just renders the person unconscious for a couple hours. Do you want a demonstration?”
“No.” Ryne hopped to his feet. “I’ve too much to do.”
“Uh-huh.” I followed him from his office. ‘What’s next?”
“I’d like you to stay here for a few days while the patients are moved into the new infirmary site.”
“Why can’t I go now? And don’t tell me it’s not safe. No place is ever completely safe.”
“I agree. But that’s not the reason. During our explorations of the tunnels, we’ve encountered a number of exits that are blocked by Lilys. We need you to determine if they’re Death or Peace Lilys.” He paused. “Funny that I’ve mixed feelings about the results. On one hand, I hope they’re Peace Lilys so my men can get in and out, but on the other, we’re in serious need of more Death Lily toxin.”
That reminded me. Rummaging in my pack, I pulled out the four sacks I’d collected on our way to HQ and handed them to Ryne.
“You’re amazing,” he said.
“I know.” I smirked. “And if any of those Lilys in your way are Death Lilys, I’ll talk to them, see if we can work out a truce.”
“You can do that?” He sounded incredulous.
“Of course. I’m amazing after all.”
He groaned. “I’ve created a monster.”
* * *
“Why am I here?” Odd asked from behind me. His words echoed slightly.
“For protection.” I peered beyond the bubble of lantern light, searching for a sign that we’d reached the end. Nothing but a solid wall of darkness.
“Protection from what? Rats?” Odd’s voice held a slight hitch.
I glanced over my shoulder. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of rats.”
“Are you crazy? I was just kidding.”
“I know, but I’ve been curious about your healing powers. There’s no record of that defensive move you’ve used in my book on magic. I’d like to feel it for myself.”
Remembering the attack at the infirmary, I hugged my chest. “Unfortunately, it’s not a secret any longer.” I explained about the head-to-toe covering they wore. My magic only worked if I touched skin.
“Still it would be useful to know the extent of the pain.”
“You are crazy.”
“Please.”
Low blow. “All right, but answer my question first or I won’t zap you.” Did I really just say that? The situation had turned unreal.
Ryne smiled, acknowledging the twisted logic. “If Estrid desires power beyond her Realm of Ozero, then I will stop her. I promised Kerrick that I would return our world to its preplague state—with all Fifteen Realms thriving and prospering. Once that’s accomplished, I’ll retreat to Ivdel and assume my place as its king.”
A heck of a to-do list. And it explained why he hadn’t assumed the title. Impressed, I studied Ryne. Intensity burned from his hazel eyes. Kerrick had utter faith in this man, which meant I did, too.
Ryne stuck out his arm. “Okay, now zap me.”
I gestured toward his bed. “It would be better if you lie down. Some people have a low pain tolerance and collapse right away.”
He huffed in amusement, but followed my advice. Before I took his hand he said, “Low pain tolerance? Do you judge people based on their pain thresholds?”
“Don’t worry—your manhood isn’t at stake. Well...unless you break down and bawl like a baby,” I teased. “Then I have no choice but to tell the monkeys and Flea.”
“I’d expect nothing less. Uh...have people bawled?”
“Yes. It can be very overwhelming. Just squeeze my hand twice if it gets too severe.”
“You once told me you zapped Kerrick so you could escape. How long did he last?”
Bittersweet memories surged. I’d blasted him with every ounce of strength, depleting all my energy. “I didn’t escape.” The stubborn, infuriating man wouldn’t let go. And I hoped that exasperating quality helped him now.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, I would have been impressed except I hated his guts at the time.” I patted Ryne on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, I don’t hate you. Well, not at the moment. But if we keep reminiscing...”
“All right.” He laced his fingers in mine.
Magic flowed from my core, but instead of healing, I channeled it to cause pain. Starting out with a tiny spark, I gradually increased the power. Ryne’s expression tightened and he fisted his other hand. Color leaked from his face as sweat beaded on his forehead. All his muscles tensed.
He pumped my hand a few minutes after I’d reached the level most people collapse at. I stopped. Ryne lay there panting. He wiped his sleeve over his face, mopping up the sweat before it reached his eyes.
Pushing up to his elbow, he said, “Wow. That’s a significant weapon you have. And as soon as you stopped, all the pain disappeared.”
“That’s because the magic affects your nerves, but doesn’t damage them.”
“Handy.”
“As long as there’s exposed skin for me to touch. Otherwise it’s useless.”
“What about that neck thing?” Ryne pointed to the base of his skull.
“That’s harder to do in a fight. I need to touch the exact spot and send a burst of power. That move doesn’t hurt, it just renders the person unconscious for a couple hours. Do you want a demonstration?”
“No.” Ryne hopped to his feet. “I’ve too much to do.”
“Uh-huh.” I followed him from his office. ‘What’s next?”
“I’d like you to stay here for a few days while the patients are moved into the new infirmary site.”
“Why can’t I go now? And don’t tell me it’s not safe. No place is ever completely safe.”
“I agree. But that’s not the reason. During our explorations of the tunnels, we’ve encountered a number of exits that are blocked by Lilys. We need you to determine if they’re Death or Peace Lilys.” He paused. “Funny that I’ve mixed feelings about the results. On one hand, I hope they’re Peace Lilys so my men can get in and out, but on the other, we’re in serious need of more Death Lily toxin.”
That reminded me. Rummaging in my pack, I pulled out the four sacks I’d collected on our way to HQ and handed them to Ryne.
“You’re amazing,” he said.
“I know.” I smirked. “And if any of those Lilys in your way are Death Lilys, I’ll talk to them, see if we can work out a truce.”
“You can do that?” He sounded incredulous.
“Of course. I’m amazing after all.”
He groaned. “I’ve created a monster.”
* * *
“Why am I here?” Odd asked from behind me. His words echoed slightly.
“For protection.” I peered beyond the bubble of lantern light, searching for a sign that we’d reached the end. Nothing but a solid wall of darkness.
“Protection from what? Rats?” Odd’s voice held a slight hitch.
I glanced over my shoulder. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of rats.”
