Blazed by Amber Kallyn Page A

black fire as he spun out of control toward the ground.
    Pain raked along Ty’s back. The other two were on him. A trumpet call reached him. Below, frantically flapping her wings, Calla rose to join the fight.
    Ty bellowed at her for ignoring his orders. She snorted and blew fire above him.
    The Others both screamed in pain, their claws and teeth leaving his back. Sinuously flipping in the air, Ty raced after the dragons, Calla by his side. Together, they chased the unnatural creatures, sending clean, orange flames after them. Then, as one, Calla and Ty spun back to the stadium.
    Ty landed outside, shifting back to human. He stared at his sister. “I told you to keep Bree safe.”
    “Scott has her. He saw the disturbance and came back inside.”
    Rushing down the hall, Ty burst into the chaotic stadium. Band members were being rushed backstage, while other hunters pushed the spectators out the door.
    And he couldn’t find Bree or Scott.
    “Where are they?” Ty shouted. He took a step toward the stage, only to freeze as pain swamped his body.
    He couldn’t move as agony and terror washed through him. It tasted like Bree.
    “Help me,” she whispered from somewhere distant, as if only in his head.
    “Bree!” he shouted as the world spun, becoming dark.

Chapter Eight

    Ty woke with a band sounding similar to the Grave Diggers pounding in his head. He jerked upright, groaning and clutching his head as the aching intensified.
    “Idiot,” Calla said from somewhere nearby in the dark room.
    “How long was I out?” he asked.
    “Long enough to worry me. You’ve never fainted before. Wanna tell me what happened?”
    “Dunno. I heard Bree -- felt her pain. How is that possible?”
    “You’re connected. Duh.”
    Ty glared at the wry expression on Calla’s face. “I figured that much. I meant, how did this happen? You’re not connected like this with Scott, are you?”
    Her expression grew dreamy as she rubbed the large mound of her stomach. “Sometimes.”
    “So it’s the dragon burn? I’m not even sure how that happened. I still haven’t gotten Bree out into the moonlight.”
    “Really?” Calla sat up. “Interesting.”
    Easing to his feet, Ty took in the room. Still at the stadium. In Bree’s workroom.
    Pain clutched at his chest, making it difficult to breathe. She’d been taken. By the master. To be tortured and used, her magic stolen for his evil purposes.
    Well, Ty wasn’t about to sit back and wave goodbye. He’d find his woman and bring her back to safety. The question was how.
    Calla, as if reading his mind, patted his arm. “Don’t worry. We’ll find her.”
    “Yeah? You got any plans in that direction?”
    His sister nibbled her lower lip.
    “That’s what I thought. This is a big city…” The overwhelming task ahead was daunting. Unclimbable. Doggone it, he’d plow down the mountain, make it a hill.
    The door opened, filling the room with light, and Scott strode in. Fury rose in Ty. Thought stopped. He didn’t consider his actions as he rushed his brother-in-law, grabbed the man’s throat and pinned him to the wall. “You were supposed to be protecting Bree,” Ty growled.
    Scott, suspended a good foot above the ground, just crooked an eyebrow at Ty, then glanced at Calla. “I tried.”
    “Then how’d she get captured?” Ty wanted to squeeze this man’s neck to dust. All the anger and fright boiling inside him demanded he take payment for Bree’s capture out of this man’s hide.
    Calla whacked him upside the head, but Ty refused to let go.
    “If you don’t let my husband down this instant, I’m going to bite you,” she said.
    Ty’s fingers twitched, involuntarily gripping tighter. It was only then he realized the magic man he held, an air elemental, had been quick. For Ty wasn’t touching the man’s throat, but a solid, impenetrable, invisible ring of air.
    Scott smiled. “It’s all right, love. Your brother isn’t hurting me.”
    Ty’s anger grew red. Without