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Authors: Frank Morin
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wince.
He'd never considered that the hair dye she used might be flammable.
"Sorry," Connor shouted as the oven floated in the opposite direction, straight back toward Hamish.
Hamish saw him coming, and crawled deeper under the burning table.
"Move!" Connor shouted, but Hamish just pulled his feet under.
The oven smashed into the cupboard above Hamish so hard, it knocked the entire cupboard off the wall. The oven twisted under the impact, and Connor's foot caught in the top shelf of the cupboard.
It started dragging him off the oven. Connor yelped and scrambled to hold on, but only managed to tilt the oven, which resulted in him slipping off faster.
Time seemed to slow as Connor's hand slipped and he started to fall free. The cupboard would drag him down to the table, and the oven would consume him with its flames.
As that terrible truth flashed into Connor's mind, the Curse raged through him, itching through his entire body, stronger than he'd ever imagined it could. Connor did the only thing he could.
He Curse-punched the oven.
His entire body went numb with the power of the Curse, and then his Curse-laden fist struck the oven and punched right through.
The oven exploded.
Chapter 8
The kitchen burned.
Connor blinked a few times as his eyes slowly focused on the floor as it slid past. His body felt numb, but he was pretty sure he wasn't trying to move.
Shattered boxes and crates lay strewn across the floor with pots and pans, while entire cabinets lay in splintered, burning piles. Chunks of pink marble, many of them still burning, glinted through the heavy smoke from where they were wedged into every possible nook and crevice.
Everything burned. Spices from broken jars filled the room with a wild aroma, mingled with the smoke and overpowering stench of charred wood. His ears did not seem to be working, so an eerie quiet cloaked everything.
Connor twitched, and only then realized why the floor was moving. Hamish had been dragging him by the wrists. As soon as he moved, Hamish dropped him onto his back and crouched beside him.
Through a fit of coughing, Hamish said, "I thought you were dead." His voice sounded like he was talking underwater.
"I am."
"You're heavy. Can you walk?"
Connor nodded. Feeling began to return, and he felt weak, but amazingly intact. "What happened?"
"The oven exploded."
Hamish pulled Connor to his feet and started dragging him toward the outer door that burned like a torch.
"Wait. Aileen."
Hamish glanced across the room. The door leading to the basements was just gone. "I forgot."
"Go help her. I can make it."
Hamish nodded, sprinted across the room, and disappeared down the stairs. Hopefully Aileen was all right.
A fall like that really hurt. Connor knew from experience.
He paused for a second and looked toward the formal dining room where he'd last seen Lady Isobel. She might be badly burned, but that entire wall was engulfed in flame, and he could not make himself risk it. Not for her. Not today.
He kicked the burning outer door, leaped the debris, and staggered outside, coughing.
Connor looked up to find Lord Gavin and his bodyguard, Bruce, running toward him past the stables. Well, Lord Gavin tried to run, more than Connor had ever seen. Never a tall man, the lord of Alasdair already stooped far over when he walked, looking even older than his fifty-odd years. His gray hair and heavily-lined face added to the impression that he was far older than his wife.
"What in Tallan's name is going on in there?" Lord Gavin shouted.
Bruce reached Connor first and asked worriedly, "Where's Aileen?"
"She fell down the basement stairs." As Bruce moved toward the kitchen door, Connor held him back. "The kitchen's burning. Hamish is with her. He'll bring her out the other end."
Bruce's tension eased. Aileen was his wife, and he doted on her almost as much as he did their young daughter.
"We've already ordered a fire team, and people will come from town to help. We'll get
He'd never considered that the hair dye she used might be flammable.
"Sorry," Connor shouted as the oven floated in the opposite direction, straight back toward Hamish.
Hamish saw him coming, and crawled deeper under the burning table.
"Move!" Connor shouted, but Hamish just pulled his feet under.
The oven smashed into the cupboard above Hamish so hard, it knocked the entire cupboard off the wall. The oven twisted under the impact, and Connor's foot caught in the top shelf of the cupboard.
It started dragging him off the oven. Connor yelped and scrambled to hold on, but only managed to tilt the oven, which resulted in him slipping off faster.
Time seemed to slow as Connor's hand slipped and he started to fall free. The cupboard would drag him down to the table, and the oven would consume him with its flames.
As that terrible truth flashed into Connor's mind, the Curse raged through him, itching through his entire body, stronger than he'd ever imagined it could. Connor did the only thing he could.
He Curse-punched the oven.
His entire body went numb with the power of the Curse, and then his Curse-laden fist struck the oven and punched right through.
The oven exploded.
Chapter 8
The kitchen burned.
Connor blinked a few times as his eyes slowly focused on the floor as it slid past. His body felt numb, but he was pretty sure he wasn't trying to move.
Shattered boxes and crates lay strewn across the floor with pots and pans, while entire cabinets lay in splintered, burning piles. Chunks of pink marble, many of them still burning, glinted through the heavy smoke from where they were wedged into every possible nook and crevice.
Everything burned. Spices from broken jars filled the room with a wild aroma, mingled with the smoke and overpowering stench of charred wood. His ears did not seem to be working, so an eerie quiet cloaked everything.
Connor twitched, and only then realized why the floor was moving. Hamish had been dragging him by the wrists. As soon as he moved, Hamish dropped him onto his back and crouched beside him.
Through a fit of coughing, Hamish said, "I thought you were dead." His voice sounded like he was talking underwater.
"I am."
"You're heavy. Can you walk?"
Connor nodded. Feeling began to return, and he felt weak, but amazingly intact. "What happened?"
"The oven exploded."
Hamish pulled Connor to his feet and started dragging him toward the outer door that burned like a torch.
"Wait. Aileen."
Hamish glanced across the room. The door leading to the basements was just gone. "I forgot."
"Go help her. I can make it."
Hamish nodded, sprinted across the room, and disappeared down the stairs. Hopefully Aileen was all right.
A fall like that really hurt. Connor knew from experience.
He paused for a second and looked toward the formal dining room where he'd last seen Lady Isobel. She might be badly burned, but that entire wall was engulfed in flame, and he could not make himself risk it. Not for her. Not today.
He kicked the burning outer door, leaped the debris, and staggered outside, coughing.
Connor looked up to find Lord Gavin and his bodyguard, Bruce, running toward him past the stables. Well, Lord Gavin tried to run, more than Connor had ever seen. Never a tall man, the lord of Alasdair already stooped far over when he walked, looking even older than his fifty-odd years. His gray hair and heavily-lined face added to the impression that he was far older than his wife.
"What in Tallan's name is going on in there?" Lord Gavin shouted.
Bruce reached Connor first and asked worriedly, "Where's Aileen?"
"She fell down the basement stairs." As Bruce moved toward the kitchen door, Connor held him back. "The kitchen's burning. Hamish is with her. He'll bring her out the other end."
Bruce's tension eased. Aileen was his wife, and he doted on her almost as much as he did their young daughter.
"We've already ordered a fire team, and people will come from town to help. We'll get
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