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I place my hand over Neith and Raiden’s joined hands and begin to chant. I feel the magic build, steadily growing to something that I have never felt before. The room fills with a buzz that has the guys looking around nervously as the floor beneath us cracks. I feel a thread of my magic snap out and knock the Draconian team out.

Clearly, they aren’t supposed to see this.

Finally, my chanting reaches a crescendo, and the power of the spell snaps into place. Different colored threads appear in my mind's eye, eleven of them.

All thoughts of colored strands disappear from my mind as I realize that Neith and Raiden are still and no longer convulsing.

“She’s not bleeding anymore,” Reed mutters.

Doc’s magic flares, and his eyes widen in surprise, “She’s healed, the poison has gone, and everything.”

Raiden’s eyes flutter.

“I think Raiden’s waking up,” Coen says, his eyes glued to them both.

Raiden groans. He sits up suddenly and glances around him, “Neith!”

“She’s here,” Griff says, as Raiden’s eyes land on her.

“I broke the tether, but it didn’t matter, it didn’t make a difference,” he mutters. “Is she?”

He starts to ask, unable to finish the sentence.

“I feel like I’ve been hit by a semi-truck, actually seven semi-trucks and then reversed back over,” Neith’s voice is weak, but full of indignation.

I grin, “Thank fuck.”

“You scared the fucking shit out of us,” Coen chastises and then pulls her into his arms.

She grins, “I do that.” Looking at me she says, “Thank you for saving our asses.”

“How did you?” I ask.

“I heard it,” she replies, and then reaches her hands up to Reed, “help me up.”

“Are you sure?” Reed asks, hesitating briefly.

She nods, “Definitely, I feel good. Really good.”

Reed frowns, but slowly picks her up.

Neith smiles up at him, and opens her mouth, no doubt to say something sassy, but before she can, an unfamiliar power builds. It’s incredible in its strength.

“What the fuck now?” River asks.

My eyes widen, “It’s Neith.”

Just as the words leave my mouth, power bursts from her, throwing us all back, and I only just manage to throw up a shield around us all. We stare in shock as the power builds higher and higher. The building around us rumbles, as cracks begin to appear, unable to cope with the amount of sheer fucking power that Neith is throwing out.

A glowing copper and purple light encapsulates Neith, as a wind whips around her in a frenzy.

“It looks like Neith’s supernatural has decided to make an appearance,” River yells in absolute awe over the sound of the building crumbling around us.

If it doesn’t let up in a moment, then the whole thing is going to come down on top of us.

“Fucking hell,” Coen shouts.

I fling a ward at the Draconian team that are still knocked out cold, and then out of the corner of my eye I see Ed struggling and fling a ball of ward at him too, he looks surprised as it wraps around him, but I don’t have time to figure out why as my gaze is brought back to Neith.