Page 134 of Enchanted Queen

He was right. The poison in the shifters was heavier. As if the weight of it, or percentage of it within their bodies weighed more. There was less mass of the poison in Amory, but it was absolutely everywhere within her. It was as if it was wrapped around her very cells.

“I could kill the scientist of your father’s who developed this,” Emric added.

“You cannot.” I clenched my jaw and released more magic from my fingertips. “As soon as he did all that my father asked of him, my father killed him to keep the information from getting out.”

“Your father was not just a prick, but a snake,” Emric stated.

My eyes flicked to Esta involuntarily. I was nothing but the son of that snake, was I not? “I agree,” I finally bit out.

Minutes more we sent our magic to seek out all the poison.

“We are going to have to cover her head,” I said with a wince. “Amory?”

“I heard you,” she responded. “It’s fine. Nothing has hurt thus far. Just feels like pressure. Like a full body massage.”

“We are going to have to cover all of you before we begin yanking the poison out,” I explained.

“I’ll just close my eyes and try to take a snooze?”

I heard the nervousness in her voice though, so I took four steps over to her. “Give me your hand.”

“What?”

I reached out and took hers in mine, my magic was still flowing out from it, but that way at least she knew she was not alone.

“Okay,” she said on a sigh. “Do it.”

I gave Emric a nod and we finished covering her totally. She should still be able to see some of what was before her, from around a webbing of what looked like blue and red lightning around her, but it also had to be disorienting. I knew what it felt like having stood and fought my way out of Jorah’s protective domes, but I was also used to Wylan’s Enchantment, whereas Amory was not.

Emric was starting to sweat as I caught him taking a hand across his forehead. “We are going to have to hustle.”

I closed my eyes and willed my magic to do this. To find every speck of poison and darkness in Amory. Also, that this wouldn’t hurt her.

“Keir,” Emric warned. He was rapidly starting to tire.

This took so much damn concentration. I could use my magic for hours against my brother and not tire. But this? This was concentrated and as if it went against nature itself.

But if we were moving something with iron in it from the Dra Skor Enchanted like we all suspected, wouldn’t it stand to reason that it would take much of our magic to do so? Were we moving a liquid variation of iron?

“Ready?” I asked Emric.

His grunt of a response was all I got.

“Now.”

I grabbed hold of my own strands of magic with my free hand and tugged, Emric doing the same.

“Get ready to shift,” I said under the weight of it to Amory. “As soon as you feel it pull from your body.”

Emric grunted from the weight of trying to pull all of our magic back out. He was right. It was everywhere within her.

It wasn’t enough. We were grabbing a hold of it, but it wasn’t moving. I somehow instinctively knew that I needed both hands, like Emric was doing beside me.

“Amory, I have to let go,” I told her.

“Okay.”

“You may stop at any point,” Esta called from the shore.