He shrieked and released me to grab at the icicle protruding from his chest. It took him several seconds to realize it was ice and not silver buried in his heart. His eyes gleamed with triumph when he looked at me. “Nice try, but ice can’t hurt me.”
“Maybe not, but this can.” I grabbed the end of the icicle and sent my power into it. The ice was a perfect conductor, amplifying my power and carrying it straight to the vamhir demon. Douglas didn’t even have time to scream before his heart and demon exploded in his chest. I jumped back as he fell across his dead girlfriend.
“Death by icicle. Very creative.”
I whirled on Eldeorin who stood a few feet away. “You left me! You... you asshole! I could have been killed.”
“Language, Cousin,” he reproached mildly. “I did not leave you. I was mere
