Chapter 373: Powerless

I knew there was nothing I could do against so much blood magic, but no way was I giving up, not now, not ever.

My Sidhe power held her back as Ameline drew in the rush of magic suddenly available to her, flooding the basement with a mist of red stinging my eyes and skin and making my lungs ache. Shaylee cried out, tried to flee from the touch of the cloud as we all, my demon and Sidhe princess and I, realized what it was at the same moment-not just magic, but blood itself, infused with power and suspended and feeding Ameline with every single pinprick of it when it touched exposed skin or reached our lungs.

Which meant it was attacking everyone in the room. Yes, even the vampires themselves, Ameline's so-called allies now crumpling with horrible cries, their skin seeming to weep red where the mist touched them. Piotr collapsed to the damp stone, one hand reaching for Sunny.

She, at least, wasn't down for the count yet, thanks to my shielding, but I was weakening too fast, more and