Can her magic save the world — before his curse destroys it?
Magic is real. A handful of sorcerers wield arcane power against demons, foul creatures and the forces of darkness. These protectors of the powerless are descendants of an elite order. The best magic-users in the world.
Unfortunately, Dru isn’t one of them.
She has just enough magical ability to charge crystals, see enchantments, and research practically anything in the arcane library in the back of her shop. There, sandwiched between a pawnshop and a 24-hour liquor mart, she scrapes by selling crystals, incense and magic charms.
Everything changes the day a handsome mechanic pulls up in a possessed black muscle car, his eyes glowing red. Just being near Greyson raises Dru’s magical powers to dizzying heights. But he’s been cursed to transform into a demonic creature that could bring about a fiery doomsday.
There’s only one chance to break Greyson’s curse and save the world — and it’s about to fall into Dru’s inexperienced hands . . .
Strong arms wrapped around Dru and pulled her from the wreckage.
Greyson gently lowered Dru to the rocky ground. He stripped off his motorcycle jacket and folded it, leather creaking, into a pillow for her head. His glowing red eyes filled with worry.
“Dru! Can you hear me?” A trickle of blood ran down the side of his face, from a gash just beneath one of his stubby horns. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “How many fingers am I holding up?”
He frowned. “None.”
“Oh, wait.” She held up three fingers. “How about now?”
The corners of his eyes crinkled. He helped Dru to her feet, then handed her glasses to her. She wiped off the desert dust.
The car had crashed at the bottom of a dry washed-out ravine, surrounded on all sides by uneven ground littered with boulders and parched scrub brush. There was no sign of their attackers, but the echoes of throaty engines thudded through the ravine.
“They’re getting closer,” Rane spat, her body still transformed into living rock. She crawled out of the car through a halo of broken glass that shone like diamonds in the sun.
“If the other demons – the other horsemen – find a way down here on foot, we’re in trouble,” Dru said. “I don’t know what happens when all four horsemen get together, but it’s not poker night.”
Greyson let out a pained grunt, then pressed his fists against his temples.
Still on all fours, Rane shot a worried look at Dru, then back at Greyson. “Hey. He doesn’t sound so good.”
“I’m fine…” Greyson’s deepening voice broke into a pained groan. He leaned against the upside-down car for support.
His fingers curled into fists, and the muscles stood out on his arms, beaded with sweat. He shook his head, as if trying to clear it. His eyes glowed bright red. “Not now,” he whispered.
Dru put a calming hand on his arm. “Greyson. Look at me.”
He jerked away. “Stay back!” His fingers bunched the car’s sheet metal, wrinkling it like it was nothing more than fabric. He let out a long, pained growl that didn’t sound entirely human.
Dru’s knees went wobbly. The potion that could stop his transformation was currently nothing more than a puddle soaking into the roof of the crashed car.
Rane’s hands curled into stone fists. “Dru, get behind me.”
Greyson needed the potion. But the bottle was smashed. That meant she had to get it to him some other way. But how? Maybe if she could soak it up into something.
“Oh, hey, his T-shirt,” Dru realized out loud. “Rane, hold him.”
“Gladly.” Rane stepped up behind the groaning Greyson and expertly pinned his arms behind his back.
Dru reached for him, but he reared back, snarling. A wild look filled his glowing red eyes, and his teeth started to grow into fangs.
His dark red skin swelled with muscle. Horns grew from his forehead. His lips curled back and let out an anguished growl.
Rane struggled with him. “D, whatever you’re thinking? Think faster.”
Despite her fear, Dru stepped close and put both hands on the collar of Greyson’s T-shirt.
She yanked. The collar stretched out amazingly far, but didn’t rip.
Rane peeked over Greyson’s thrashing shoulder. “The hell are you doing?”
“Jeez, it’s like Spandex or something.” Dru tugged on his collar, first one way, then the other. “This made more sense in my head.” With a final yank, she reached the breaking point, and was rewarded with the welcome sound of tearing fabric. His shirt tore off, leaving him bare-chested and glistening.
Rane peeked over Greyson’s shoulder again, one eyebrow quirked up. “Seriously?”
“Just hang on.” Dru reached in through the car’s empty window frame and flopped the torn T-shirt down into the puddle of potion.
“Dru!” Rane said over Greyson’s snarling. “We don’t have all day!”
When the fabric had soaked up the potion, Dru wadded it up and, after a little ducking and weaving, stuffed it into Greyson’s open mouth. “This will work,” Dru whispered. “It has to.”