Riagán moved. He was a mythborn, so he might have a chance if he tried to run, but he grabbed my arm instead. Then, in an eye blink, he stood in front of me with his back to the flames, and as the blast hit us, he pressed his body to mine, wrapping his arm around me. His smile was gone, replaced by focus.
Magic surged around us, his and my amulets activating, and we fell to the ground when the blast hit us. His arm cracked under our combined weight, and I lost my breath when he landed on me. The flames rolled over us, l*****g at the magic cocooning us, and then the fiery storm dissipated.
Eithne stood nearby with her arm raised and fingers closed around a single item, a blue-hued mirror. Even from the distance, I sensed the magic crackling around her.
Then guards surrounded me and Riagá
