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The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Three: The Watery Dagger

... that played football. He walked towards her, his face twisted. There was something not right with his eyes. *Kyle!* she sent as she turned, and ran down the hallway. Her wet sneakers squeaked on the slick floor. She stepped in the water she had tracked in. Her foot slipped, she stumbled forward, arms whirling. She caught herself on the beige lockers, struggling to keep from falling over. *Kyle! They're trying to capture me! I need you to wish me to your side!* A strong arm seized her as she pushed away from the locker, spinning her about. Zane loomed over her, pain flaring in her arm. She kneed him in the balls, just like Fatima would. She put all her strength into it. He didn't flinch. No man could have taken that blow without flinching. *Why won't you answer me, Kyle!* Fear twisted the Djinn's stomach. They had neutralized her husband somehow. Principal Burke was on to them. “Hey!” a youth shouted. Corey ran out of the classroom and seized Zane's hand. “What the fuck, man! Let her go.” Zane backhanded him. Corey flew back, landing on the ground in a heap, his legs twitching. He groaned, struggling to stand, a lump forming on his temple. No human could backhand someone with that much force. Sorcery had enhanced Zane. Mrs. Skinner stepped out of the classroom, stepping over Corey's stunned form without a single glance. “Bring her,” she commanded in a cold voice as she swept by. Zane obeyed, dragging her along. *Fatima! Fumi! I'm under attack! Kyle's not responding! I'm on ...

... the first floor, down by the math rooms!* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The bell rang, sounding the start of third period. Britney frowned at Kyle's desk. He should have arrived before the start of English class. Her hair bristled. Something was not right. There were no reasons he should have been delayed. She caught Ms. Capello's eyes. The concubine looked tight with worry. “Ms. Capello, I must use the restroom,” Britney declared, standing up and striding to the door. She had to make sure Kyle was safe. “Of course,” the teacher nodded. “Find him.” “Find whom? Your husband, Ms. Capello?” Iseul asked, a sneer in her voice. She was Christy's friend and believed the rumors about Kyle's involvement in Christy's disappearance. “Be quiet!” Ms. Capello snapped. “Everyone, read from stanza 314. Silent reading.” Britney strode out of the classroom, looking around. She had thought she heard something in the hallway, but it had been muffled by the walls and it was always so noisy between periods. On the ground was a broken cell phone, bits of plastic surrounding it. She strode forward; Kyle's scent flooded her nose. And his blood. Red smeared across a dented locker. She reached out with her mind, imagining the smooth surface of Waterclaw, hiding so much power in its blue depths. The katar flashed into existence in her hand. Kyle's scent was mixed with the burnt, ozone smell of an electrical discharge, gun oil, leather, sweat, and Detective Donnar's musk. “That bastard,” she hissed, ...