Rodric watched as Eva Grace fell into the raging river. A wicked and powerful energy kept him in place. Below, she was caught in the swirling waters of a huge vortex.
A deep rumble moved through the air. Laughter, Rodric realized. The demon was laughing.
“Damn you!” Rodric yelled. “You’re a coward controlled by your mistress.”
As thunder boomed, the water shot up and Eva Grace was level with Rodric. Treasures the faeries had given her gleamed at her throat, and the demon made the earth shake.
“Give those to me,” the creature roared.
The demon couldn’t just take them, she’d have to give them to him. Which meant Rodric could save her. But how?
“Help me,” he called to his ancestors. “Help us!”
A thick rope appeared in his hands. He made a loop and threw it with all his strength toward her. She fought to get the loop over her head, but the effort cost her.
The demon roared at Rodric. “Tell her to save herself. Give me what I need.”
“She’s not giving you anything,” Rodric shouted.
“Maybe to save you.” A lightning bolt struck just feet from Rodric.
Summoning all the magic in his blood, Rodric slowly began to pull Eva Grace up from the river.