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“We have to go,” Magnus insisted...just as an unfamiliar male abruptly appeared behind him.
Feeling his eyes widen, Jonah yelled, “Move!”But it was too late.The newcomer fisted Magnus’ tunic, and then they both disappeared into thin air.
Curses and gasps flew out of the seven remaining brethren.
His pulse quickening, Jonah conjured an orb of pure white magick, but there was no one to aim it at.He glanced around, his every breath now short and choppy.“Where are they?”Whowere they?
He did a double-take as movement snatched his attention.“Duck!”he shouted as the unfamiliar male returned, materializing at Griff’s back.Again his warning came too late.Both men vanished before he could toss the orb of magick.“Dammit!”
“Maynard and Idris have disappeared as well,” Van informed him, his voice shaky.“AndAlban.”
Visibly panicking, Henry began dragging Jonah toward their vehicles.“We must leave now, we—”
An invisible wall slammed into them, knocking both to the ground.
The orb in his hand winking out, Jonah grunted at the pain that raced up his spine.Telekinesis, he thought.“Stop hiding and face us!”he demanded ...but nobody did.It was as he and Henry struggled to their feet that he noticed Van had also disappeared.
“They come at people from behind, we need to ensure that they can’t!”stated Henry.He and Jonah went back to back, scanning the shadows.“I see nothing.”
Nor did Jonah, but ...“They’re there,” he murmured, his nostrils flaring, anger and dread panging in his blood.“Whoevertheyare.”
An invisible impact rammed into their sides, making them topple over like skittles.
Jonah felt Henry’s body heat disappear; knew that he was now alone.
The click-clack of heels preceded a familiar woman stalking out of the shadows.The whore.
Squatting near Jonah, she glared at him.“You know, I’m sick and fuckingtiredof you idiots coming at me—not to mention furious that you almost killed my bodyguard.Hehas nothing to do with your prophecy, but you didn’t care about that.So I’mreallynot gonna care that this will hurt.”She fisted his hair, wrenched back his head, and bit into his neck.
Oh God, itburned.Burned like acid as she drank his blood.Drank and drank and drank.He cried out as that burn coursed through his body, weakening him on every level.Like her bite had injected something into him.
She finally unlatched her teeth from his skin and dumped him on the ground with a sneer.Then her gaze snapped upward, turning wary.
Even as pain racked his insides, Jonah tracked her gaze.A tall man in an elegant suit appeared, his expression cold, his dark eyes twin orbs of fury, snakes wriggling beneath his skin.
Jonah felt the blood drain from his face.“Lucifer,” he breathed in horror.
The man tore his gaze away from the whore and slammed it on Jonah.“Oh no,” he said, his voice flat and pure frost.“I’m something much, much worse.”
Jonah was about to ask who could possibly be worse than Lucifer, but then the man threw a ball of flames at his head, and an all-consuming pain stole every thought from his mind.
CHAPTER TWENTY
As the dying cleric writhed in agony on the ground, Naomi swiped the back of her hand over her mouth and stared up at Luka.Her heart was pounding like crazy.He wasn’t supposed to be here; he wasn’t supposed to know, to haveseen...
Fuck.
Luka didn’t say a word.He merely stared at her, flickers of menace moving in the depths of his cool gaze.
Her entity watched him warily, searching for any sign of abhorrence or rejection, but it couldn’t get a read on him.Neither could she.He was too self-contained, too good at concealing his true thoughts and feelings.
Since he had no reason to be here, she could only assume that Konstantin had called on him.Before her car had exploded, she’d telepathed the bodyguard to insist that he get out of his own vehicle just in case her suspicions were correct.
Luckily, he’d listened.
She’d pyroported to him, found him unconscious—likely having been thrown by the force of the explosion—but otherwise fine, and propped him up against a nearby lamp post.
Then she’d gone hunting.
