Read Online Demon Storm: Belador book 5 by Dianna Love - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Dianna Love
Ads: Link
base.
Chapter 5
“I f I wasn’t desperate, I wouldn’t do this,” Evalle mumbled, looking over at Nicole, who was riding shotgun in Nicole’s wheelchair-accessible van with only the dash lights illuminating her features. Now that sunlight was not an issue, Evalle had spent the better part of two days driving all over Atlanta in Storm’s old Land Cruiser since her Suzuki GSXR was still up north in the mountains at VIPER headquarters. But when she realized she needed the help of her gifted friend, she’d left the SUV back at Storm’s house and taken the train to Nicole’s so they could drive the van.
She’d wait until Tzader returned to reclaim her motorcycle.
No point in giving Sen any chance of grabbing her when no one was looking.
But in all the time she’d spent traveling around Atlanta, she’d failed to squeeze out a drop of intel on Storm.
“It’s okay, Evalle,” Nicole said in that soothing voice of hers. “I told you, Red is out of town until tomorrow night. I’m happy to help. In fact, I’d have been hurt if you hadn’t asked. This is what friends do for each other.”
How could anyone not love Nicole?
At twenty-seven, she was as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. Her brunette hair fell softly around her shoulders. Every color looked great against skin a rich cappuccino brown, but today she wore a deep-pink dress that would look awful on Evalle.
Red, Nicole’s significant other, was another issue altogether.
Evalle and Red got along like two starving Rottweilers thrown in a cage with one meaty bone. Red would not be happy about Evalle taking Nicole away from their apartment on the east side of Atlanta, and she’d be even less happy that Evalle was taking Nicole to Storm’s house just north of downtown. In spite of knowing how powerful a white witch Nicole was, Red always tried to take care of errands away from the apartment just to make Nicole’s life easier, so Red did have a nice side. But she didn’t like any of this crazy supernatural shit, as she described it, and was always worried that Evalle was putting Nicole at risk.
Evalle admitted, “I appreciate that Red’s not around to rip me a new one, but that’s not what’s bothering me right now. I’m rethinking this whole trip.”
“Why?”
“I’m worried about exposing you to that witch doctor even through a vision or whatever you can do at Storm’s house to find him. I’ll do anything to get a lead on him, but not at the risk of harming you.”
Nicole smiled and her eyes sparkled. “Stop fretting over me. I won’t allow any dark majik to pull me in.”
“Thycle!” Feenix exclaimed from behind Nicole’s seat.
Evalle smiled into the rear view mirror at her little gargoyle. “What is it, baby?”
Nicole twisted in her seat and put her hand out. “Let me see.”
Evalle’s two-foot tall gargoyle flapped his gray, batlike wings. They felt like soft leather when you touched them. When he finished depositing something into Nicole’s hand, he raised his head. Orange eyes the size of tangerines and a toothy grin smiled back at Evalle in the mirror. “Make thycle.”
Nicole brought her hand around and Feenix had smushed the glob of Play-Doh she’d given him into something that might be a motorcycle since it had two lug nuts for wheels.
Beaming a smile at him, Evalle said, “Beautiful, baby.”
When Nicole passed it back to him, Feenix plucked the two lug nuts with his fat little four-finger hands and shoved them in his mouth, crunching.
Evidently it was an edible cycle. “Your bike won’t go far without tires,” she reminded him.
Feenix’s eyes drooped as he tried to figure that one out, until Evalle reached down to the stash Nicole kept for him in the van and tossed two more lug nuts toward the back seat. Feenix flapped his wings, flying up to catch them, then floated back down, squishing his clay again and chortling happy noises.
“Don’t eat the clay, okay?” Evalle said, not
Chapter 5
“I f I wasn’t desperate, I wouldn’t do this,” Evalle mumbled, looking over at Nicole, who was riding shotgun in Nicole’s wheelchair-accessible van with only the dash lights illuminating her features. Now that sunlight was not an issue, Evalle had spent the better part of two days driving all over Atlanta in Storm’s old Land Cruiser since her Suzuki GSXR was still up north in the mountains at VIPER headquarters. But when she realized she needed the help of her gifted friend, she’d left the SUV back at Storm’s house and taken the train to Nicole’s so they could drive the van.
She’d wait until Tzader returned to reclaim her motorcycle.
No point in giving Sen any chance of grabbing her when no one was looking.
But in all the time she’d spent traveling around Atlanta, she’d failed to squeeze out a drop of intel on Storm.
“It’s okay, Evalle,” Nicole said in that soothing voice of hers. “I told you, Red is out of town until tomorrow night. I’m happy to help. In fact, I’d have been hurt if you hadn’t asked. This is what friends do for each other.”
How could anyone not love Nicole?
At twenty-seven, she was as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. Her brunette hair fell softly around her shoulders. Every color looked great against skin a rich cappuccino brown, but today she wore a deep-pink dress that would look awful on Evalle.
Red, Nicole’s significant other, was another issue altogether.
Evalle and Red got along like two starving Rottweilers thrown in a cage with one meaty bone. Red would not be happy about Evalle taking Nicole away from their apartment on the east side of Atlanta, and she’d be even less happy that Evalle was taking Nicole to Storm’s house just north of downtown. In spite of knowing how powerful a white witch Nicole was, Red always tried to take care of errands away from the apartment just to make Nicole’s life easier, so Red did have a nice side. But she didn’t like any of this crazy supernatural shit, as she described it, and was always worried that Evalle was putting Nicole at risk.
Evalle admitted, “I appreciate that Red’s not around to rip me a new one, but that’s not what’s bothering me right now. I’m rethinking this whole trip.”
“Why?”
“I’m worried about exposing you to that witch doctor even through a vision or whatever you can do at Storm’s house to find him. I’ll do anything to get a lead on him, but not at the risk of harming you.”
Nicole smiled and her eyes sparkled. “Stop fretting over me. I won’t allow any dark majik to pull me in.”
“Thycle!” Feenix exclaimed from behind Nicole’s seat.
Evalle smiled into the rear view mirror at her little gargoyle. “What is it, baby?”
Nicole twisted in her seat and put her hand out. “Let me see.”
Evalle’s two-foot tall gargoyle flapped his gray, batlike wings. They felt like soft leather when you touched them. When he finished depositing something into Nicole’s hand, he raised his head. Orange eyes the size of tangerines and a toothy grin smiled back at Evalle in the mirror. “Make thycle.”
Nicole brought her hand around and Feenix had smushed the glob of Play-Doh she’d given him into something that might be a motorcycle since it had two lug nuts for wheels.
Beaming a smile at him, Evalle said, “Beautiful, baby.”
When Nicole passed it back to him, Feenix plucked the two lug nuts with his fat little four-finger hands and shoved them in his mouth, crunching.
Evidently it was an edible cycle. “Your bike won’t go far without tires,” she reminded him.
Feenix’s eyes drooped as he tried to figure that one out, until Evalle reached down to the stash Nicole kept for him in the van and tossed two more lug nuts toward the back seat. Feenix flapped his wings, flying up to catch them, then floated back down, squishing his clay again and chortling happy noises.
“Don’t eat the clay, okay?” Evalle said, not