Part 77 (1/2)

”I don't want to hurt you!”

”I can take it!”

OKAY, UNDER THE CIRc.u.mSTANCES, I HAVE TO SAY THAT THIS IS INAPPROPRIATE BEHA . . . AH!.

Between one heartbeat and the next, Diana felt the power fluctuations stop and the cavern fill with a grid of dark bands. She saw Claire s.n.a.t.c.hed up into the air and held writhing. She heard h.e.l.l begin to laugh.

Then the wand ripped free.

She met Claire's eyes.

Said a silent good-bye.

And shoved Kris out of the way.

With its pink star pointed toward the pit, the wand bucked in Diana's hand like a living thing, fighting to find the possibilities through the power of h.e.l.l.

h.e.l.l's first attack slammed her to her knees. The pain of impact almost broke her concentration, but four years of enforced PE lent her strength. If she could work through the pain of field hockey, she could work through this.

Had to work through this.

She touched the edges of the possibilities.

Not enough.

h.e.l.l's second attack slid shadows through her mind.

THEY WILL PAY FOR EVERY MOMENT YOU FIGHT ME!.

Images of Claire, of Kris, of her parents, of Sam broken and bleeding.

With h.e.l.l's attention split, Claire managed to open her hand although she broke a finger doing it. The marble rolled from her palm, fell too slowly to the stone, and shattered.

Brilliant white light burned the shadows away.

It only lasted for an instant.

It lasted just long enough.

Free of the darkness, Diana touched the possibilities and threw herself open to them. No fear. No doubt. No regrets.

This had been her Summoning not because she was closest but because she was youngest and most powerful.

All that she was.

The end of the wand erupted. Streams of pink luminescence sizzled and danced their way down into the pit.

NO!.

Diana reluctantly admitted to a brief moment of sympathy, it was disturbingly pink.