The Secret of Spellshadow Manor 2 by Bella Forrest (top ten ebook reader .TXT) 📗

pattern of magic into the rope itself. It seemed to keep Escher frozen to the spot, just as Natalie’s control magic had done.

“What the hell?” cried Alex, gesturing toward the door.

“Apologies for the surprise. We saw an opportunity and we improvised a little.” Natalie grinned, though her brow was creased with the exertion of holding Escher in place.

“Yeah, it was a bit scrappy, but it seems to have done the trick,” said Jari as he fastened a tight knot into the last bit of rope. “You can let go now,” he told Natalie. She released her tightly clenched fists with a sigh of relief.

Alex moved to the other side of the table. Professor Escher was oddly silent as he sat there, bound by the enchanted ropes. He stiffened as Alex approached.

Alex reached down for the edge of the delicate mask, with its complex pattern of gold and silver vines that curled elegantly across a white veneer. Escher tried to strain away from Alex’s touch, but he could not escape.

The man’s almond-shaped eyes glowered as Alex slowly lifted the mask. Shock shivered through Alex as he stared at the face before him, losing his grip on the mask. It tumbled to the floor, the porcelain cracking down the center.

Aamir stared back.

Chapter 26

“Aamir?” whispered Alex in disbelief.

All along it had been their friend. He did not know how any of them could have missed it, but Aamir had changed in the time since they had last seen him. He had aged, grown taller and broader, his face bearing a thin trace of stubble along his grimly set jawline, though his brown eyes and black curls were the same as ever. It was definitely Aamir; it was not a glamor or a trick of the eye. It was definitely him.

A still silence spread across the ballroom as the gathered friends glanced at one another. Aamir gnashed his teeth as he strained against his bonds, his eyes flashing angrily.

“You will let me go!” he barked. The mask must have been altering and distorting Aamir’s voice, as it no longer sounded the same as it had beneath the eerie porcelain. It was closer to the voice Alex remembered. Even so, it was not quite the same; there was a rich, deep authority that had not been there before.

“No, Aamir,” said Alex, shaking his head.

It was hard to look at Aamir and not think of their old friend, buried deep beneath the savage exterior of the man who sat before them. He was the Deputy Head, and the only person who stood between them and the opportunity they had been waiting for. It would be foolish to remove his restraints, and Alex knew that Aamir was no longer to be trusted. There were going to be some tough choices ahead, and it would be easier to pretend Aamir wasn’t the boy they had known. Even watching him strain and pull and growl against the ropes that held him was hard enough.

He was working for the Head now. He was no longer on their side.

Suddenly, Aamir broke free of the bonds holding his hands. Golden shards shot from the coiling strands that wove about his fingertips as he lashed out against his former friends, narrowly missing Jari’s heart with a sharp blade of glinting gold. Jari cried out, his face crumpling in a wince of pain as the bolt hit him just below his shoulder blade.

Alex ducked a spear intended for his head as he rallied on Aamir. The brown eyes of his old friend were narrowed and alien, his face twisted viciously into a changeling version of Aamir as he released wave after wave of destructive magic. He was as far from the Aamir they knew and loved as it was possible to be, a throaty growl emitting from the depths of his lungs as he shouted his defiance.

“You will not get away with this! There is no escape from the manor, and there is no escape from the Head! He will discover your treachery, and he will punish you brutally for it. There will be nowhere you can hide from his vengeance! The Head will crash down on you all, and you will rue the day you thought you could defeat him!” roared Aamir, his brown eyes shot through with threads of red. His face was contorted by a terrifying rage as he let out an inhuman howl. “LET ME GO!” he screamed, pulling against his leg restraints.

Alex watched Natalie as she struggled to regain control of Aamir. Sweat ran down the side of her face, the strain seemingly taking its toll. Aamir was stronger than he had been, and Natalie was struggling against his defenses as he fired golden artillery in her direction. As she turned quickly, avoiding a nasty dart of energy, Aamir seized the opportunity and snapped the ropes keeping his legs bound.

Stepping in, Alex conjured tendrils of black and silver beneath his palms, focusing hard on Aamir as he let his power slither undetected across the floor and up over the towering figure. As he had done with the wine bottle in the cellar, Alex forged a dense shield of pulsing silver light, shot through with swirls of a deep bluish black. The shield swooped across Aamir, who thrashed against it, unable to fire any magic from within his glittering prison. Sparks rippled from the points of impact where Aamir was trying to conjure magic, but the shield held. It seemed to work both ways, protecting the person inside from any outside harm and protecting those outside from the person within.

Alex gripped his hands tightly, holding the shield in place, feeling confident that it would stay standing as long as his focus remained. It took a vast amount of energy, but he could feel the flow of it holding more easily than he had expected.

He caught sight of Natalie and Jari staring at him in quiet awe. They had not had a chance to see his