Chapter 43

Nathan. She gazed wildly into that opening, seeking him.

“Ella, down. ”

She dropped as the net of green flame passed over her. It snagged her flailing arm, snapping the net back like a rubber band. It wound around her biceps, growing outward to cover and pin her to that ledge, drag her over it.

“Serrate,” she snarled, swallowing the pain as the spell’s detonation, so close to her, flashed over her skin. Hell, she hadn’t even put on her SPF 40 moisturizer this morning. For some crazy reason, the macabre image of a makeup party she’d attended with Ramona years before flashed in her head. The perfectly made-up hostess explaining, Every night you don’t take off your makeup before bed ages your skin three days.

Wonder what she recommends for a thousand degrees centigrade at a ten-foot distance?

The green net parted as if sliced down the middle. Scrambling free, she leaped to another ledge of rock, an incisor over that gaping hole. She spun in time to see Nathan engage Asmodeus again. He wa