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names for the maternal unit.
She leaned one elbow against the windowâs vertical support and smiled into the coming dusk. This parenting thing was going to have its good moments.
John turned the corner and waved at her. Valerie allowed her smile to spread. She pushed up her T-shirt to let the baby greet him, too. His beautiful black-and-white aura lit up the fronts of the buildings that lined the narrow street.
She had believed the love she bore for Lance could never allow for any other affection. Her love for Ilona had kept her isolated. But this time, the more love and desire John showed for her, the more Valerie had to share with everyone around her. For example, her viola had become popular at the café next door.
A whiff of sulfurous car exhaust interrupted her lovefest. Irritated, she searched for the offender.
A dark blue sedan idled in front of their building. The streetlights reflected on four shaved heads.
The hair stood up on Valerieâs neck. She set down her blood and stepped onto the windowsill.
âJohn!â she called.
Moving faster than sound, Fallen Angels piled out of the car, surrounding John. Within nanoseconds, they stuffed him into the trunk of the car and screeched off.
âWhat the fuck?â the baby shouted.
âOn it, kid,â she replied.
She wasnât faster than sound, but she was fast enough to stop a car. Valerie threw herself from the third-story window. The passengers in the car watched her, their mouths open, as she landed on the street behind them. Barefoot, she pushed her supernatural muscles to the limit. One more leap and she landed on the trunk of the car.
She balanced with one foot on the bumper and one on the edge of the car. Her toes dug into the metal, giving her secure footing.
The driver slapped one hand over the other on the steering wheel, whipping the car back and forth. She laughed at him, even when he tried accelerating and slamming on the brakes in a useless attempt to dislodge her. The quaint brick street gave way to the smooth modern highway. The unforgiving pavement stretched like a gray ribbon underneath the smoking tires.
With a single punch, she drove her fist through the lock of the trunk. As she peeled the metal away from an unconscious John, the driver of the car swerved harder than before.
âDie!â she screamed, and shoved the now-useless scrap metal through the rear window.
Her makeshift lance pierced the skull of one of the back passengers. His dust coated the interior of the car.
Cursing, the other passengers pulled out semiautomatic weapons. They aimed for her. Ignoring them, she reached into the trunk to gather a limp, drugged John into her arms.
They shot her in the chest.
The bullet was blessed silver. Trails of fever spiraled out from the tunnel the bullet punched through her.
Valerie fell off the back of the car, clutching her hands to her open wound. She rolled on the pavement, her blood spouting from the hole.
âGet up!â the baby ordered.
âUnnecessary orders are the sign of an insecure leader , kidâ, she retorted, stanching the wound with her hand.
Then a miracle occurred. The silver stopped hurting. The gunshot hole closed faster than sheâd ever experienced before. She found her lips twisting back in a snarling smile. Carrying the kid completely negated any of the usual vampire-stopping measures.
Valerie staggered to her feet. As the car neared a tunnel, she was able to see John groggily resisting a kidnapper. The Fallen was attempting to pull John into the backseat through a gap in the seat back.
âFind Lance,â John shouted before the Fallen coshed him with the butt of his pistol. Red stained his black hair as the car bounded out of sight.
Valerie placed her scraped hands on her knees. Screw Lance. Sheâd find John by herself.
C HAPTER 13
J ohn Jantéâs life hung by a thread.
Valerie could smell his blood hanging in the air. If those idiot Fallen
She leaned one elbow against the windowâs vertical support and smiled into the coming dusk. This parenting thing was going to have its good moments.
John turned the corner and waved at her. Valerie allowed her smile to spread. She pushed up her T-shirt to let the baby greet him, too. His beautiful black-and-white aura lit up the fronts of the buildings that lined the narrow street.
She had believed the love she bore for Lance could never allow for any other affection. Her love for Ilona had kept her isolated. But this time, the more love and desire John showed for her, the more Valerie had to share with everyone around her. For example, her viola had become popular at the café next door.
A whiff of sulfurous car exhaust interrupted her lovefest. Irritated, she searched for the offender.
A dark blue sedan idled in front of their building. The streetlights reflected on four shaved heads.
The hair stood up on Valerieâs neck. She set down her blood and stepped onto the windowsill.
âJohn!â she called.
Moving faster than sound, Fallen Angels piled out of the car, surrounding John. Within nanoseconds, they stuffed him into the trunk of the car and screeched off.
âWhat the fuck?â the baby shouted.
âOn it, kid,â she replied.
She wasnât faster than sound, but she was fast enough to stop a car. Valerie threw herself from the third-story window. The passengers in the car watched her, their mouths open, as she landed on the street behind them. Barefoot, she pushed her supernatural muscles to the limit. One more leap and she landed on the trunk of the car.
She balanced with one foot on the bumper and one on the edge of the car. Her toes dug into the metal, giving her secure footing.
The driver slapped one hand over the other on the steering wheel, whipping the car back and forth. She laughed at him, even when he tried accelerating and slamming on the brakes in a useless attempt to dislodge her. The quaint brick street gave way to the smooth modern highway. The unforgiving pavement stretched like a gray ribbon underneath the smoking tires.
With a single punch, she drove her fist through the lock of the trunk. As she peeled the metal away from an unconscious John, the driver of the car swerved harder than before.
âDie!â she screamed, and shoved the now-useless scrap metal through the rear window.
Her makeshift lance pierced the skull of one of the back passengers. His dust coated the interior of the car.
Cursing, the other passengers pulled out semiautomatic weapons. They aimed for her. Ignoring them, she reached into the trunk to gather a limp, drugged John into her arms.
They shot her in the chest.
The bullet was blessed silver. Trails of fever spiraled out from the tunnel the bullet punched through her.
Valerie fell off the back of the car, clutching her hands to her open wound. She rolled on the pavement, her blood spouting from the hole.
âGet up!â the baby ordered.
âUnnecessary orders are the sign of an insecure leader , kidâ, she retorted, stanching the wound with her hand.
Then a miracle occurred. The silver stopped hurting. The gunshot hole closed faster than sheâd ever experienced before. She found her lips twisting back in a snarling smile. Carrying the kid completely negated any of the usual vampire-stopping measures.
Valerie staggered to her feet. As the car neared a tunnel, she was able to see John groggily resisting a kidnapper. The Fallen was attempting to pull John into the backseat through a gap in the seat back.
âFind Lance,â John shouted before the Fallen coshed him with the butt of his pistol. Red stained his black hair as the car bounded out of sight.
Valerie placed her scraped hands on her knees. Screw Lance. Sheâd find John by herself.
C HAPTER 13
J ohn Jantéâs life hung by a thread.
Valerie could smell his blood hanging in the air. If those idiot Fallen
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