Circle of Death
“IT HAD THE SAME foul flavor as the trap he’d sensed in the other building and the magic he’d felt at Rachel Grant’s. She was getting rid of the evidence, he thought, as the caretaker’s screaming reached fever pitch.
He stepped forward, but Kirby grabbed his arm. “She’ll kill you,” she murmured.
Images streamed from her mind to his—a figure cowled in black, wearing a death mask. Long, thin hands from which flames sprung, surrounding the old man. Fire burning through the air, through the old man. His screams clashing with the howl of the inferno before dying abruptly.
The searing touch of magic flashed again, and the figure was gone, leaving only a burning wreck that had once been a man.
“Not a man,” Kirby murmured. “A monster.”
Doyle turned away from the door. The old man was dead, but the flames still burned. If the alarms in the building were still working, they would no doubt go off soon. They had to be out of here before the fire department arrived.
He caught Kirby’s hand and squee...zed her fingers gently.MoreLess
He stepped forward, but Kirby grabbed his arm. “She’ll kill you,” she murmured.
Images streamed from her mind to his—a figure cowled in black, wearing a death mask. Long, thin hands from which flames sprung, surrounding the old man. Fire burning through the air, through the old man. His screams clashing with the howl of the inferno before dying abruptly.
The searing touch of magic flashed again, and the figure was gone, leaving only a burning wreck that had once been a man.
“Not a man,” Kirby murmured. “A monster.”
Doyle turned away from the door. The old man was dead, but the flames still burned. If the alarms in the building were still working, they would no doubt go off soon. They had to be out of here before the fire department arrived.
He caught Kirby’s hand and squee...zed her fingers gently.MoreLess
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