Numerous wards on the house triggered. We’d been expected. Nate ran into the fray, leaving a trail of gore and corpses, some still twitching. He’d always been careful, methodical, shrewd. If not for glimpses into the dark corner of his mind, I’d think his rampage meant the hive had won. But they hadn’t invented his rage, merely unleashed it.
I touched everything as I passed – blood
and bone, wood and stone – tasting the magic of destruction, painting a
counter-curse, the worst sort of spell. Good thing Nate was swelled with
blood lust and wouldn’t see me at my most monstrous.