Page 61 of Heartless Enemy
“Agreed.”
Sprinting back to the pantry, we threw the door shut behind us a few seconds before what sounded like a mass of people burst through the main door to the living room. Eve yanked on her jacket and then placed her hands on the windowsill as if to climb onto it. Then she stopped and whipped her head towards me.
“The stairs,” she blurted out. “They’re gone.”
While stalking over to the window, I brushed my palms together and summoned my magic. “I know. I had to release it so that I could kill the guys making you dance.”
“Check everywhere!” someone screamed from just on the other side of the door.
“We’ll never make it down in time,” Eve hissed.
I yanked up a long and slim pole from the ground. This was going to hurt. But we had a healer. And we were out of options.
Eve yelped as I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to my side. With a firm grip on her, I leaped out of the window and locked my other arm around the pole.
My stomach lurched as we slid downwards at breakneck speed.
The steel burned against my leather armor at the crook of my elbow, but it slowed our descent enough that the impact wouldn’t be fatal.
“Levi,” Eve snapped, her voice full of panic. “The landing—”
Before she could finish her sentence, we reached the ground. Or rather, I did. Since I was holding her up, my legs were the only ones to hit the ground at full speed. Just like I had planned.
A cry of pain ripped from my throat as I felt the bones in my ankles snap. Releasing the pole, I collapsed to the ground with Eve on top of me. Pain pulsed up my entire legs, drawing another groan from me.
“Levi!” Eve called right as people appeared in the window we had just left.
Letting the pole disappear, I summoned a wide metal shield above us right before magic slammed into it.
“You’re a healer,” Eve growled as she rolled off me and grabbed Derek by the collar before practically throwing him at me. “Fix him!”
Derek hit the ground next to me harder than he probably would’ve preferred, but he didn’t comment. Instead, he just pushed up his sleeves and summoned his magic. Shimmering turquoise light filled the air as he began healing my broken bones and snapped ligaments.
“Get them!” someone screamed from the window above.
I shoved the shield upwards.
A second later, half of someone’s torso fell towards the ground as my metal sheared right through him. Blood splattered the ground as the body parts hit the grass. The rest of the people in the window quickly yanked their heads back, not eager to meet the same fate.
But the shout had already done its job.
The other guards who were already on the ground began rushing towards us.
Eve hurried over to the cover of a bush nearby.
The moment guards appeared, she shot them with lightning bolts from her hiding place before they could attack us.
One after the other, they dropped down dead on the cold ground as her sneak attacks stopped their hearts. It was an incredibly impressive sight.
Since Derek Reynolds had fifteen years, or something like that, on Gemma, he was much faster than she was. My bones and ligaments knitted themselves back together rapidly as he worked his magic on them.
“Done,” he eventually said.
I clapped his shoulder before quickly shooting to my feet. Rolling my ankles, I checked to make sure that everything was as it should be, and then I grabbed the healer by the arm and hurried over to where Eve was.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Yes.” I scanned the area around us, but the only guards here were already dead. “Let’s go.”