about it too. But it was serious. Until the key was found, the Dark Breeds would continue to wreak havoc on Earth. And until they discovered who unlocked Tartarus in the first place, the Chosen would continue to die.
“You’re not kidding.”
“No.” Kyana turned back to her closet. “I’m not kidding.”
She stuffed clothes into the bag, then tossed it on the bed. As she dug through the chest of amulets Haven had made for her, Kyana continued, “My mission is to find the key and close Hell and give Above back to the humans.”
“Sounds dangerous. Should be fun for you.” Haven nodded to the bag. “Where are you going?”
Kyana tossed a handful of Illusion Charms into the bag and sat at the foot of the bed. “To the last known place the creator of the key was. If Cronos took it with him when he was exiled, maybe I’ll find some clue as to who took it from the island when he died.”
“Cronos? Good gravy. Why don’t you look more excited?” Haven scooted to the end of the bed and rested her hand on Kyana’s knee. “You’re after something big. You should be on cloud nine.”
“I’m not exactly a beach bunny, and who knows if I’ll be able to find shelter from the sun there,” Kyana said. “If I can’t, I’ll have to spend most of my time as a Lychen.”
Kyana didn’t have to explain to Haven why this was an issue. Though Kyana could fight in Lychen form, she was nowhere near as strong as she was in her Vampyric body. The wolf in her was an amazing tracer, but the Vampyre in her was what kept her fast and deadly. If she ran into trouble on that island, she would have to pray for sunset in order to remain confident in her abilities.
Haven dug into the Greek salad she’d whipped up for dinner. The stench of feta cheese and black olives stank up Kyana’s bedroom. If it lingered on her Egyptian cotton sheets, she was going to rip Haven a new one.
“So I’ll come with you, keep you juiced up on potions to sustain your energy while you’re a pup.”
Kyana considered the option but just as quickly discarded it. She didn’t know what she would find on that island. Most likely nothing at all, but she didn’t want Haven in danger if she was wrong. However, Haven did have a good point. Kyana hated the thought of anyone walking blind into a potentially bad situation, but better a trained Healer than her best friend.
Haven didn’t give Kyana a chance to verbally refuse before changing the subject.
“Did you hear that Dallas just made its last evacuation? Sending another plane of refugee humans to D.C.”
“What are they going to do there?” Kyana asked. “Last I heard, D.C. was infested worse than anywhere.” So many had fled to the three safe zones that the human military had closed the states, refusing to let anyone or anything in. She accepted that the humans needed to get out of the danger zones, but they should at least make sure the relocation zones were safe.
“They seem to think they can control their capital.” Haven scooted off the bed and left the room. Kyana followed, interested in any tidbit of news.
Haven grabbed the remote and clicked on the large television to one of the few working news channels. Pain seared through Kyana’s head. Technology didn’t agree with her mix of breeds. The radio waves bouncing through the room had her ears ringing and her head pounding. The need for news made her push aside the pain, though she did move farther out of the living room to sit on the stairs.
The images flashing on the screen were of wide-eyed, sleep-deprived news anchors yapping in front of monitors showing a massive explosion in the downtown Dallas area.
“Nice to know even demons running rampant on the streets can’t bring down FOX News.”
Pointing the remote at the screen, Haven glanced over her shoulder at Kyana. “The military set off bombs to act as a diversion. It worked long enough to get about three hundred humans boarded on planes. D.C., apparently, has opened
“You’re not kidding.”
“No.” Kyana turned back to her closet. “I’m not kidding.”
She stuffed clothes into the bag, then tossed it on the bed. As she dug through the chest of amulets Haven had made for her, Kyana continued, “My mission is to find the key and close Hell and give Above back to the humans.”
“Sounds dangerous. Should be fun for you.” Haven nodded to the bag. “Where are you going?”
Kyana tossed a handful of Illusion Charms into the bag and sat at the foot of the bed. “To the last known place the creator of the key was. If Cronos took it with him when he was exiled, maybe I’ll find some clue as to who took it from the island when he died.”
“Cronos? Good gravy. Why don’t you look more excited?” Haven scooted to the end of the bed and rested her hand on Kyana’s knee. “You’re after something big. You should be on cloud nine.”
“I’m not exactly a beach bunny, and who knows if I’ll be able to find shelter from the sun there,” Kyana said. “If I can’t, I’ll have to spend most of my time as a Lychen.”
Kyana didn’t have to explain to Haven why this was an issue. Though Kyana could fight in Lychen form, she was nowhere near as strong as she was in her Vampyric body. The wolf in her was an amazing tracer, but the Vampyre in her was what kept her fast and deadly. If she ran into trouble on that island, she would have to pray for sunset in order to remain confident in her abilities.
Haven dug into the Greek salad she’d whipped up for dinner. The stench of feta cheese and black olives stank up Kyana’s bedroom. If it lingered on her Egyptian cotton sheets, she was going to rip Haven a new one.
“So I’ll come with you, keep you juiced up on potions to sustain your energy while you’re a pup.”
Kyana considered the option but just as quickly discarded it. She didn’t know what she would find on that island. Most likely nothing at all, but she didn’t want Haven in danger if she was wrong. However, Haven did have a good point. Kyana hated the thought of anyone walking blind into a potentially bad situation, but better a trained Healer than her best friend.
Haven didn’t give Kyana a chance to verbally refuse before changing the subject.
“Did you hear that Dallas just made its last evacuation? Sending another plane of refugee humans to D.C.”
“What are they going to do there?” Kyana asked. “Last I heard, D.C. was infested worse than anywhere.” So many had fled to the three safe zones that the human military had closed the states, refusing to let anyone or anything in. She accepted that the humans needed to get out of the danger zones, but they should at least make sure the relocation zones were safe.
“They seem to think they can control their capital.” Haven scooted off the bed and left the room. Kyana followed, interested in any tidbit of news.
Haven grabbed the remote and clicked on the large television to one of the few working news channels. Pain seared through Kyana’s head. Technology didn’t agree with her mix of breeds. The radio waves bouncing through the room had her ears ringing and her head pounding. The need for news made her push aside the pain, though she did move farther out of the living room to sit on the stairs.
The images flashing on the screen were of wide-eyed, sleep-deprived news anchors yapping in front of monitors showing a massive explosion in the downtown Dallas area.
“Nice to know even demons running rampant on the streets can’t bring down FOX News.”
Pointing the remote at the screen, Haven glanced over her shoulder at Kyana. “The military set off bombs to act as a diversion. It worked long enough to get about three hundred humans boarded on planes. D.C., apparently, has opened
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