The Brightest Embers. Jeaniene Frost

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      New crashing sounds and fresh screams turned my blood to ice. I ran toward the racket, wincing at how the other tattoo running along the length of my body now felt like it was burning, too. Moses’s staff, the second hallowed weapon that had melded into my flesh, must react to the presence of demons, too, yet I had no idea if it would manifest like the sling did. This was the first time I’d been near demons since I’d wielded it to close the gates between their realm and mine.

      Adrian crashed through the wall about thirty feet ahead, grappling with someone whose long mass of reddish-black hair hid her face. I started to spin my sling. The unknown woman had to be a demon. A human or minion wouldn’t be able to take the punch he slammed into her, let alone to reciprocate with a block that knocked Adrian off his feet. She immediately jumped onto him, and I glimpsed a smile through her wild tangle of hair. Why did the demon look as if she were enjoying his fierce, bucking attempts to dislodge her...?

      “Sonofabitch!” I spat, recognizing her.

      I’d met this particular demon only once, but she was hard to forget, and that had more to do with how she’d been Adrian’s longtime girlfriend than it did with her looks. Some demons looked like normal people. Some appeared animalistic, right down to the cliché horns and hooves, and some, like Obsidiana, were so beautiful that it actually hurt a little to look at them.

      “Get off him, you bitch!” I shouted.

      She finally noticed me, and Obsidiana shot me a single, malevolent glare before jumping off Adrian. He seemed as surprised by her instant compliance as I was, but he leapt up just as fast, going right for her throat. He’d ripped it out the last time they’d fought, yet Obsidiana must’ve remembered that.

      She dodged him with lightning-like swiftness, using his momentum to spin him into the wall. It dented from how hard he hit it, and before I could release the stone from my rapidly spinning sling, she had Adrian in front of her like a shield. Her blood-red nails shot out to the length of knives, and she jabbed them into Adrian’s throat.

      “One more step, Davidian, and I rip out his jugular,” she said in a purr, her distinctive accent the same as Adrian’s.

      I tried not to think about everything else they had in common. She’d been Adrian’s lover for longer than I’d been alive, and I wasn’t too proud to admit that I was ragingly jealous of her. But not enough to risk Adrian’s life. I lowered the sling and didn’t move. Obsidiana raked her topaz-colored gaze over me, taking me in from head to feet.

      “Is this the real you?” she asked, arching a brow.

      “In the flesh,” I said, arching my brow right back at her.

      The other times Obsidiana had seen me, I’d been disguised by Archon glamour. I wasn’t now, and as her expression turned contemptuous, you’d think I had morphed into a dead mouse that some alley cat had dropped at her feet. Well, screw her. As I’d told her once, beauty faded, but Evil Bitch was forever.

      “I can’t believe you left me for that,” she finally said to Adrian. “Honestly, darling, you’re punishing yourself.”

      I wanted to flip her off with both hands, but I didn’t dare. If Obsidiana had harnessed enough dark energy to curse the ground in order to stay in our realm, she was a lot more powerful than I’d initially given her credit for. That made her even more dangerous to Adrian.

      He didn’t seem to share my concern. He laughed, a low, vicious sound. “I hadn’t met Ivy when I left you, Obsidiana. I did it because I was happier alone than I had been with you.”

      Ooh, burn! I thought, but still said nothing. Hell hath no fury like a demoness scorned. Didn’t Adrian realize that?

      “I remember you being happy,” she said, her voice deepening into a seductive caress. “Many, many times.”

      I stiffened, and from her smirk, she’d caught it even though she acted as if Adrian had her full attention.

      “Too many times to count,” she continued, her other hand starting to play with his hair. “You hurl cruel words at me now, benhoven, but your cruelty only confirms the whispers I’ve heard. The man I love is still inside you. That is why I risked so much to see you. The little Davidian tried to turn you into something you are not, but she failed.” Obsidiana shot another hostile glance my way. “She just doesn’t know how badly she failed yet—”

      Adrian grabbed her wrists, yanking them forward and bending over at the same time. The force he used flipped her over his head as if he were a professional wrestler. I let out a horrified gasp at the instant spurt of blood as her nails tore into his throat. Then I couldn’t see anything through her dark mass of hair and the tangle of limbs as he landed on top of her.

       CHAPTER SIX

      “ADRIAN!” I SHOUTED, running over to them.

      Obsidiana screamed as my sling touched her, but I couldn’t even relish her pain. I was too frantic as a red gush flowed from Adrian’s throat. I tried to stem that flow, but unbelievably, Adrian shoved me away. Obsidiana lunged at me as much as she could while trapped under his body. Her daggerlike nails raked over my stomach, cutting through my clothes and into my flesh, then Adrian grabbed her by the throat and pulled. Hard.

      Her body went limp, but blood didn’t gush out. Her jugular vein wasn’t in her throat. Demon physiology was different. Adrian had just ripped out her version of a heart, yet that would render her only temporarily unconscious. Not kill her the way her attack on his throat might kill him.

      “Adrian, stop!” I cried, flinging myself at him when it was obvious that he intended to keep tearing at Obsidiana.

      He swayed, then looked down at the curtain of red streaming from his neck as if only now realizing that it was there. I kicked Obsidiana’s limp body aside and set down my sling, then covered that gushing wound with my hands. I couldn’t risk touching Adrian with the sling. He was half-demon, so when it was tangible like this, it would hurt him, too, and he was already too injured as it was.

      “Lie back,” I said, panic rising at how much blood he’d lost. “Don’t move—it’ll make it worse. Stay very still.”

      “Oh, shit!” a male voice said, then Costa, our best friend, came out of a nearby hotel room.

      Some part of me was glad to see that Costa was okay, but I was too worried about Adrian to feel any real relief. “Where’s Adrian’s bag?” I said urgently. “He brought it with him, and it has manna in it. Bring it to me. Now!”

      I couldn’t get up to get it. If I didn’t keep pressure on Adrian’s neck, he’d bleed out right in front of me. With all the blood he’d lost, he still might. I tried not to burst into tears as I kept attempting to stem that horrible, pulsating flow. Don’t die, Adrian, please! I can’t lose you now!

      Costa left, and I was vaguely aware of him cursing and overturning things in the nearby room. I also noticed that the fire safety sprinklers had activated, because water pelted me from seemingly all directions, yet I didn’t move to wipe it away even when it hit me in the eyes. I kept all my attention on Adrian as I tried to close the gaping wound in his throat.

      “You’re going to be okay,” I told him, smiling so he didn’t СКАЧАТЬ