Page 35 of Elemental Love (Warlocks #1)

Symeon came at Gregory with ball lightning.

Gregory lurched back, but raised a shield in the shape of a sheet of water.

The lightning burst against it, sending sparks of electricity to earth.

Symeon’s face twisted with rage at his failure.

He stretched out his hand and a huge root erupted from the earth to wrap around Gregory’s lower legs like a boa constrictor.

Gregory toppled, but even as he fell, he shot fire at the root.

It dissolved to ash and blew away in the mini whirlwind that Gregory sent toward Symeon.

Symeon screamed his frustration into the wind, which picked him up and carried him into the air.

“Symeon’s losing it,” Dominic said.

“Hmm, but not losing the fight,” Evrain replied.

Figures of mud rose from the ground and advanced on Gregory. He created a deluge of water and washed them away, but lost control of his tornado. Symeon fell to earth, stopping his descent with a cushion of air.

“The mud figures,” Evrain exclaimed. “There was mud on the garden gate after Grandma was killed. Do you think that’s how Symeon did it?”

The air cleared. Gregory and Symeon stood facing each other once more.

Coryn edged toward Evrain and Dominic. “We need a soundtrack,” he said, his face ashen. “I’m thinking The Final Countdown .”

“Wow, you’re showing your age there, Coryn. I think it’s time for me to do my thing, don’t you?” Evrain said.

“Wait, what ‘thing’?” Dominic shouted as Evrain disappeared into the trees.

“I’m going to eviscerate you, Gregory. Evrain is a coward. He should fight his own battles.” Symeon spat his vitriol. He raised a circle of fire around Gregory, the flames dancing high, roaring their intent.

Gregory’s gentle rain turned the flames to a curtain of steam. He darted away and Symeon followed. Gregory whirled around and attacked again, but not with magic. He grappled Symeon to the ground. They rolled and fought, sparks flying from their hands.

Evrain approached from behind, waiting for Gregory to show him that he was ready to put their plan into action.

Evrain prayed that he had the strength to do what was needed.

He didn’t dare glance toward Dominic as he channeled the immense energies coursing through his blood.

His resolve might falter if he saw Dominic in pain.

Gregory broke free of the tussle on the ground and rolled clear.

He gestured at the sky, and above his head a swirling orange cloud formed then broke apart, soaking him.

Symeon surged to his feet, cackling with laughter at the sight of Gregory standing there, soaking wet, a bemused expression on his face.

Evrain stepped forward into view. He focused all his concentration on the ground, feeling his way through the earth, seeking what he needed.

Fire burst from the ground and he used the power of the wind to send it circling around Symeon’s form.

Symeon was engulfed. He conjured a waterfall from the air but it did nothing to douse the flames.

Symeon screamed as his clothes began to smoke and the ends of his hair caught alight.

He tried to squeeze a cushion of air between himself and the flames but it just exacerbated the fire.

Finally he tried earth, coating himself in mud.

It offered some protection, but in his frantic attempts to protect himself Symeon forgot about Gregory.

Heat from the flames came at Evrain, searing his face.

He lowered his head and kept his focus on his task.

He had to give Gregory time to finish the fight.

Gregory raised his hands and from each fingertip came a stream of light.

All the colors of the rainbow came together to form a pinpoint of pure white.

He pointed at Symeon and a spear of light, blindingly bright, struck Symeon square in the chest. Symeon screamed and writhed as light enveloped him, helpless beneath the onslaught.

Evrain extinguished his fire and collapsed to his knees.

From the corner of his eye he spotted Damon sprinting across the clearing brandishing a knife.

A flick of Evrain’s fingers ensured that he fell in an ungainly heap as the earth rippled beneath his feet.

Damon staggered up. He ran away, abandoning Symeon to his fate.

“Enough!” Evrain shouted weakly after him. “This is over.”

Simultaneously he and Gregory relaxed and the glade returned to something like normality. Evrain rushed to Dominic’s side, propping him up with a strong arm around his shoulders and removing his bonds with a flicker of fingers.

“Are you okay?” Evrain wanted to touch and examine every inch of Dominic’s skin.

“Of course I’m not fucking okay. That bloody hurt!” Dominic turned into Evrain’s arms and hugged him hard. “You did it! You channeled!”

“Sorry,” Evrain said sheepishly. “The plan kind of depended on it. Was it bad?”

“Actually, no. It hurt, but not nearly as much as I thought it would.” Dominic melted into Evrain’s arms.

Evrain stroked his hair. “What the fuck have you done to this?” He tugged on a long red strand.

“It’s a long story. Preferably a bedtime one,” Dominic said with a mischievous smile. “Can we go home?”

Lust turned Evrain’s cock to iron. “Absolutely!”

“If you two have finished slobbering over each other…?”

Evrain peered around to find Gregory looming over him, holding Coryn’s hand. Evrain helped Dominic to his feet then turned to his godfather. “Sorry, Gregory. I got a bit distracted. How are you doing? Are you okay, Coryn?”

“I’m fine. That was the best fun I’ve had in an age,” Gregory replied, grinning from ear to ear.

“And I’ll recover after a couple of decent-sized snifters.” Coryn said as he joined them, still pale but smiling. “That much channeling was an interesting experience.”

Gregory hugged him.

“Coryn, you haven’t been properly introduced to Dominic yet,” Evrain said.

Dominic smiled shyly. Coryn shook his hand and gave him a conspiratorial wink. “You and I have a lot to discuss, young man. I can give you all kinds of insider tips on how to keep a warlock in line.”

Evrain and Gregory both groaned.

“There are a few things I don’t understand about what happened tonight, let alone anything else,” Dominic said.

“Well, let’s take this party back to the cabin. A celebration is definitely in order, and Evrain can explain himself over drinks and snacks. You do have snacks, right?” Gregory replied.

“We have plenty of unhealthy nibbles for you to gorge on,” Evrain said. “What about Symeon? Are we just going to leave him here?” Evrain gestured to the quivering wreck on the grass a few yards away. Puffs of smoke rose from Symeon’s clothing.

“He’ll live. But he’ll have trouble doing more than lighting a candle for the next few years.

Hopefully all this has knocked some sense into Damon too and he’s run as far away as possible.

Symeon won’t be able to channel. He’ll have to get used to being a mere mortal.

One that can hitch a damn ride. Come on. Time to go home.”

Together, they walked through the woods to where Gregory and Coryn’s rental vehicle was parked.

Gregory drove with Coryn riding shotgun.

Evrain and Dominic cuddled close in the back, Dominic’s head resting on Evrain’s shoulder.

Despite their victory over Symeon, the atmosphere during the drive was subdued.

For one, Evrain found the ‘what if?’s going over and over in his head.

So many things could have gone wrong. Any of them could have been killed.

It brought home just how heavy the responsibilities he shouldered were—to manage the power he wielded and to take care of Dominic.

The cabin felt like home. Gregory wiggled his fingers and soon a fire roared in the hearth and soup bubbled merrily on the stove. Evrain dug out chips and cookies. They sat around the table for a while, ate, drank and rebuilt their energy levels.

Dominic was the one to push his bowl away first. “So, who’s going to tell me how the three of you pulled off that show tonight?

Symeon was so confident that you would give in, Evrain.

He kept going on and on about outdated values and how it was against your misguided principles to use the power for violence. ”

“Which is exactly why Evrain didn’t make the first move. I could then step in to defend him,” Gregory said.

“And Evrain defended you!” Dominic exclaimed.

“Exactly. I had to let Symeon believe he’d got the better of me,” Evrain explained. “Though kneeling for that man destroyed a piece of my soul.”

“But that doesn’t explain why Symeon had so much trouble with the fire Evrain threw at him,” Dominic said.

“I have a very clever godson,” Gregory said. “Our mastery of the elements varies. Fire is an obvious weapon and Evrain is very strong in that power. It’s the easiest to control. He knew he had to use a different element to beat Symeon.”

“And it was you that got me thinking, love.” Evrain took Dominic’s hand across the table, intertwining their fingers.

“How on earth did I do that?” Dominic asked.

Evrain chuckled. “Earth. That was the key. You’re always going on about minerals in the soil, acidity, that kind of thing, and it got me thinking. What if there was a material, deep in the earth, that would react violently if it was brought to the surface. I did a bit of research.”