Chapter 33
“Esfera,” I whispered. The first word of the red priest’s chant that I’d memorized from the hidden book in the library.
The flames dipped, and my breath squeezed from my lungs.
“Hurry.” A bead of sweat trailed down Thorne’s forehead, and I belatedly realized the heat was nearly intolerable. “We can’t hold the ward much longer.”
I nodded, then turned to face the fire.
“Calma,” I said, lifting my hands, with no idea of where the word had come from. “Calma to esfera.”
I smoothed the air, pressing the flames down, down. At first they didn’t respond, and panic wrapped around my throat. We were all a heartbeat from perishing, devoured by the ferocious fire.
No.
“Calma!” I pushed my will into the word, as the Dark Elves did with their runes of power. Perhaps it wasn’t the prope
