Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 154735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
And yet, she was clearly a lesser, the stench of baby powder rolling off of her—
A gun shoved in his face cured him of the momentary check-out. He was immortal, sure, but damage was damage and his utility was in continuing to fight. Getting a bullet up his nose and into his frontal lobe was not the kind of mental health evaluation he was looking for.
With a quick slap, he put his palms on either side of the barrel, but she was ready for him. She brought out another gun as he redirected the first off to the side.
Sonofabitch—
A quick duck and twist, and he was out from under, slipping a bar-hold around her neck and hauling back. She immediately started choking, and through the pungent smoke that was drifting all around from the explosions, he caught a quick glimpse of Ad engaging with a male with a bald head. And Vishous with a woman who had dyed-red hair. And Tohrment with a guy who had tattoos on his face.
Gagging sounds came out of the woman—slayer—and one of her guns was lost as she clawed at his forearm. If he could get her to lose consciousness for even a split second, he had a steel hunting knife on his belt and he could—
The grip on his braid was sudden and powerful, and the jerk brought his head so far back, it nearly popped off his spine.
A massive male with blond hair stood over him.
As Eddie looked into a pair of eyes that were all wrong, a pall went through him. This was not a mere lesser. This was the master of them all.
The born son of the Omega.
The scourge upon the earth.
As recognition landed with a terrible pall, the evil put out his palm, and in the center of it, a black swirling smoke coalesced and began to build in size. As he lifted his arm over his head, and the angle of impact was directed at Eddie, his smile was cold as first sin.
This is where I end, Eddie thought as the sights, sounds, and smells of the battle around him began to recede.
Whatever was in that hand was the kind of thing that took the im- away from mortal.
Death had appeared, unexpected and dispositive, when he had least expected it, but wasn’t that the way with fate sometimes. You were living… and then you were gone—
The yell was so loud, so furious, that even the evil paused and looked over toward the source of the sound.
Well, what do you know, Eddie was suddenly transfixed, too.
From out of nowhere, appearing right in front of them both, Lassiter was larger than life, his wings outstretched, his powerful body tensed for an attack, his face drawn with such rage that he was nearly unrecognizable.
The angel surged forward before the evil could react, and the impact was so great, he blew the blond entity off his feet and through what was left of the conservatory’s glass wall.
The shattering was yet another explosion, sending shards into the air where they fell back to the earth in a shimmer, like diamonds.
But there was no time to watch the fight, or more importantly, help.
Another gun, from another slayer on the right, was pressed directly onto Eddie’s temple.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he spat as he got back into the fight.
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
The why didn’t matter.
Who gave a fuck about the why.
And Wrath didn’t even ask about the when. The who… that was obvious, and all that mattered really: Fritz had left the mansion and gone down to town, and was making a stop, for a valid reason given the way the old male thought, at the Audience House.
Where he was going to die.
Wheeling away from the two maids at the sink, Wrath didn’t think. There was no time. He ran to the vestibule door, punched his way out, and dematerialized off the mansion’s front steps. As fast as traveling through thin air was for him, it wasn’t nearly fast enough, and he told himself he had to calm the fuck down.
The last thing he needed was to have his concentration broken to such a degree that he snapped back into being corporeal, re-formed in midair, and plummeted to his death over a mountain.
Navigating by memory and practice, he went directly to the Audience House’s backyard. He had been to the property plenty of times when he’d been sighted, so as he returned to a solid, he knew he was at the rear, facing the entry into the kitchen.
Fritz’s scent was obvious.
So was the click of the handle on the back door as the loyal butler went to turn the—
“Nooooooo!” Wrath screamed.
With a powerful lunge, triangulated by instinct and a spatial awareness that never let him down, he shot forward and shoved the doggen out of the way.
Right as the explosion went off.