Hunted (Dark Protectors)
“Cargo containers rusted in regimented order. Moira rested her hand against chinked steel. “We’re close.”
Conn cracked his neck. “I left you in silence the entire drive here so you could meditate. Now you tell me what’s going on.”
She needed Kell or Daire for backup, that’s what was going on. This was her first solo mission as an enforcer, and if the magic sparking through the air provided any indication, she might be out of her league.
“I appreciate the time to meditate.” She needed more time. “Basically, there’s someone here abusing magic.” A whole potful of it.
Conn frowned. “That explains the inactivity on the docks. Why does my skin burn?”
“Because my powers are yours.” She shoved back curls from her face. “When someone manipulates subatomic particles to a dramatic degree, the atmosphere changes enough that those of us with the correct genes can feel it like a magnet’s pull.”
“How do you know they’re abusing magic?”
She shrugged. “Sometimes they’re not.
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