Obsidian Son (The Temple Chronicles Book 1) by Shayne Silvers Read Free Book Online Page A

with my power, no longer playing defense, and cut through hers like a blade. It snapped back into her with force, causing her to stumble back and glare up at me. Gunnar and Peter shook their heads dumbly, eyes dilated. My hands were shaking with the effort. “This is quite unprofessional, and I am, in fact, in the middle of a business meeting. Come back tomorrow and I will see what I can do for you.”
    “A shy wizard. Very well. If you don’t like an audience, I’m sure I could persuade them to leave for you.” She whispered coyly. Her magic came back faster, and stronger, the very air quivering. Each of my friends sagged at the sudden onslaught. Jesus, she was strong ! I had never practiced much mind magic, but hers terrified me. Without my help, my friends would become drooling sycophants to her every whim.
    With a crack of power that made one of the windows panes shatter, I broke her spell a second time, and my friends visibly stumbled as they were released. I let out a breath. Gunnar tossed his gun onto the couch, thumbing his tattoo in anticipation as he risked a glance at me. What was she? I hadn’t ever heard of mind magic like this before, but apparently I was strong enough to simply outmuscle her. That or I was damn lucky.
    “We can chat in the morning, but for now, leave. Twice asked.” I said.
    “We demand your service.” The tone of her voice was damn intimidating. We?
    “Why do you need my help? Have you checked amazon.com yet?” I snapped.
    Her eyes tightened. “We want what is ours, and will tolerate neither thieves nor bystanders. I don’t want to ruin the surprise, but I’m sure your friend already has an idea what we’re wiling to do to reclaim our property.” She winked at Gunnar. His face slowly grew pale in recognition, as if he had suddenly made a grim connection in his mind.
    I used the only name she had offered. “You see, Raven, I’m not that good with demands. And right now you are trespassing.”
    “ Raven … I like it.” She sniffed the air and then froze. “Why does it smell like-” Then her entire nude form stiffened as if recognizing a scent. “Him.” She hissed. “You gave it to him, didn’t you? I will floss my teeth with your guts for this, Temple.”
    I stared back, lost. “Um, what?”
    “Don’t lie to me!” She shrieked, chest heaving. She must have mistaken my confusion for concealment. “So be it. I will just have to see for myself if your last scream resembles that of your father.” The lights went out, and a menacing cackle erupted from the darkness.
    My rage jumped at the unexpected mention of my father. What did she know ?
    Then all hell broke loose, and I quickly discovered that Karma is indeed a bitch.

Chapter 7

    S everal of my glass-walled-dividers imploded as she let out a feral cry that was entirely inhuman. As the carnage began, I distantly wondered about her creepy horizontal pupils, what they might signify, and whom she thought I had given her book to. I also thought of my father’s last scream at her hands, and my magic responded, filling me like a pool of frigid water.
    Gunnar beat me to the stairs, leaped into the air, and shifted .
    That was the only way I could describe it, and even having seeing it happen a hundred times or more, it was still a breathtakingly beautiful thing to behold. His clothes exploded around him, and a huge, white-haired wolf with long ivory fangs and ice-blue eyes landed gracefully at the base of the stairs a story below; the remnants of most of his clothes raining down like confetti, having been unable to accommodate him mutating into his full werewolf form. But over his white haired rear-end was a pair of Underdog spandex underwear. I blinked in surprise, momentarily frozen. Underdog underwear ?
    Peter hung back, clutching a liquor bottle in a shaky fist. But whether to drink or throw, I didn’t know. Regardless, he was wise to hang back.
    I did the opposite. I was directly behind Gunnar, tearing down the