Shadows Read online Suzanne Wright (The Dark in You #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Dark in You Series by Suzanne Wright
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Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 118374 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 395(@300wpm)
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He did see her point, though. There had been nothing smooth about his proposition. Issuing a time-limit, wording it the way he had … yeah, he could see how it might have rubbed her up the wrong way. But there was—

A sense of urgency rocketed through him, so strong it might have sent him to his knees if he’d been standing. His scalp prickled, and the hairs on his nape rose. Devon. Instinctively, he knew his mark on her palm was warning him she was in danger. And the telepathic call he received right then from Enzo only confirmed it.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

His demon roared.

His heart hammering in his chest, Tanner sharply yanked on the wheel, switching directions, and slammed his foot on the pedal.

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The van raced off with a squeal of tires even before the bastards yanked the heavy doors closed. They shoved Devon to the floor, clearly certain she was no threat. How fucking wrong.

With a snarl, Devon sat upright and—knowing she had mere minutes before the liquid mercury would render her useless—freed the dark power within her that bashed against her ribs in a bid for freedom. She didn’t send out a tendril of it this time. No, she sent it out in a thick wave that struck as fast as a snake.

Eyes wide, one demon slammed up a hand and popped up a defensive shield in time to save himself. The other three yelled as the hazy vapor spread like fingers, snapped around their bodies, and lifted them off their feet. Backs bowed, necks corded, they roared with pain as bones shattered and veins popped.

The driver glanced around his headrest and spat a curse. “Fuck! Do something, Slade!”

Dropping his defensive shield, Slade dived at her, a syringe in hand.

Fuck that.

Her heart pounding hard in her chest, she unsheathed her claws and swiped out at the offending hand, slicing deep into tattooed flesh and scraping bone. Warm blood splattered her face … and the syringe dropped to the floor.

“Bitch,” spat Slade, his green eyes glittering with anger.

“Fucker.” She conjured a ball of hellfire and flung it at him. He slammed up his shield again, and the blazing orb winked out the second it met the shield. Well, shit.

He chanted something in a monotonous tone that made her skin prickle. It was an archaic language she’d only ever heard Millicent use that—

Pain smashed into her ribs, the breath gusted out of her lungs, and the hazy vapor dissipated in a flash. The other demons dropped to the floor of the vehicle with weak groans, barely able to move. And she … oh God, he’d put some sort of temporary block on the power, because she couldn’t access it.

Fear tightened her chest and made her stomach drop. A fear that grew as an overwhelming sense of heaviness began to settle over her, slow and insidious, thanks to the fucking mercury. Breathing hard, Devon awkwardly tried to scramble backwards as he advanced on her. She would have stood, but she sensed her legs wouldn’t support her weight.

She hissed at him. “Stay the fuck away from—” Her head snapped to the side as a psychic punch slammed into her jaw, all but dazing her.

He straddled her and pinned her wrists above her head. “I usually like fighters, but you’re starting to really piss me off.”

Devon battled against the weakness assailing her and tried bucking him off. She failed. Her feline hissed its fury, enraged that it was unable to take control; it wanted to shift into its own shape and take down this fucker with teeth and claws. Craved the taste of his blood in its mouth, longed to see the life leave his eyes. That sure sounded good to Devon.

Never a quitter, she kept on struggling against his tight grip, feeling her strength slowly fading away; feeling a need to sleep jab at the edges of her consciousness. All the while, the van continuously rocked and swayed, tires screeching as it sped through the streets, making one sharp turn after another.

“Fucking quit fighting,” he ordered, tightening his grip on her wrists. He scowled at the driver. “You said the mercury would knock her out instantly!”

There was the sound of a horrendous crash somewhere in the near distance.

“Shit!” barked the driver. “The imps just drove Mike’s van off the road!”

Mike? Wait, there were two vans involved in this shit? Wonderful.

Slade bit out a curse. “Tell me you’ve lost Thorne’s demons, Len!”

Len’s silence spoke for him.

The van sharply swerved, and Devon heard something skittering along the floor. Then she watched that same “something” roll to a halt near her head. The syringe.

Eyes lighting up as he spotted it, Slade transferred both her wrists to one hand and grabbed for the syringe with the other. Shit. A double-dose of liquid mercury could kill her. Maybe it was the anger, maybe it was the adrenaline, but Devon managed to scrounge up just enough energy to whip up her head and sink her teeth into his face, injecting him with her venom.


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