Chapter 246: The Knock
"Syd!" Liam's desperate cry spun me around. I raced to him and fell to my knees, one hand pressed to Fergus's chest, just below the wound. Shaylee felt around inside, winced at the taint of dark Sidhe magic. My demon snarled, grasped both of us by the scruffs of our power and used the three of us to latch onto the bullet still buried in the old man's flesh.
It was torture, disgusting, painful and so vile I wanted to pull away, to abandon the attempt, to leave the horrible thing where it was. So much hate and darkness could not exist in one tiny shard of metal, but it did, oh it did, and the cost of removing it was too much.
Until the nasty thing popped free, jerking loose so violently it flew across the room to ping against the stone. I collapsed, panting, my demon howling, Shaylee weeping at the filth staining us from the contact. But it faded, thankfully, washed clean by the slow and steady flow of Galleytrot's magic and the bond between the other two powers inside me.