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the wayside.”
There truly was to be war between the species. As ever, Webb was right—
Declan lost sight of her. He hastened around to the front of the building, then cased the next, but he didn’tsee her on any of the roofs. Where the hell was she? He tore up and down streets, head craning.
In the distance, he heard what sounded like an explosion. Seconds later, he got a call on his earpiece from the leader of his backup unit. When Declan answered, he heard a war zone on the other end.
Yelling. Gunfire. Was that groaning metal?
“Magister, the target…”
“You weren’t ordered to engage her!”
“Sir, she found us!”
His men were the prey. The example killing.
Fuck!
He raced toward the sounds, turning a corner. He spotted her maybe half a mile away along a riverside quay downtown.
Never had he seen anything like the scene there.
One of their three black vans was on the bank of the river, upended on its grill. A second lay on its side in the street, with claw marks carved down its length. Bodies of slain soldiers sprawled all around it.
Declan sprinted, unable to reach her before she struck out, swirling with those swords like a tornado, slicing down men with unfathomable speed.
A dozen more soldiers had opened fire on her with their laserlike charge throwers. But those powerful weapons weren’t slowing her.
Hair whipping all around her face, she took the electricity, seeming to consume it. Lips curling, she stabbed her swords back into their sheaths and opened her arms wide.
Her lids briefly slid shut in pleasure.
As he ran, he inexplicably shuddered in reaction.Thoughts arose that never should, impulses long denied. …
“That all you got, muthafuckas?”
She glowed brighter, illuminating the street. “I
like
electricity, you dumbasses! Hit me with another.”
They did. She sucked it in. The streetlights surrounding her began to flare from her radiant energy.
“Know what else? I’m a freaking conduit.” She caught a jolt in one hand, and channeled it back with her other. She hit one soldier, exploding him into the air, killing him instantly.
Rage erupted within Declan. The strength and speed he fought so hard to hide rose to the fore. Blood pumped to his muscles, his thoughts dimming. Like a blur, he closed in on her, unsheathing his sword as he ran.
“You want some of this?” She turned to another soldier, shooting again. “How ’bout you?” And again.
Declan stole behind her, wrapping one arm around her neck to yank her back into him. He inhaled her scent, felt her body, hesitated.
Stab her, incapacitate her.
When she thrashed against his chest with inconceivable strength, his training took over and he planted his sword into her side, twisting the blade within her.
Lightning struck nearby. She gasped at the pain. A debilitating wound, even for an immortal.
Blood bubbled from her lips and poured from the gash. Her little body trembled against him, her skin cooling as her light
dimmed
.
Wrong!
his mind screamed. Dizziness hit him as that familiar tension multiplied, knotting every one ofhis muscles, nearly crippling him. He swayed, quickly withdrawing his blade.
Without him supporting her, she collapsed, curling up on the filthy street. As blood streamed from her side, she narrowed her eyes up at him. They were bright silver, brilliant. Her blond lashes seemed to glitter all around them. Two tears spilled.
Wrong.
He clenched the hilt of his bloody sword, his gut churning until he almost vomited.
“
You,”
she bit out. She gazed at him with recognition, brows drawing together as if with … betrayal. “You’ll
pay
.”
Some of the remaining soldiers stared at the exchange in confusion. Reminded of his mission, Declan grated, “Bag her.”
Disabled by her wound, she couldn’t defend herself as two soldiers bound her wrists behind her back. She drew a breath to shriek, but they slapped a special tape over her mouth. Another pair descended on her, one with a black sack
There truly was to be war between the species. As ever, Webb was right—
Declan lost sight of her. He hastened around to the front of the building, then cased the next, but he didn’tsee her on any of the roofs. Where the hell was she? He tore up and down streets, head craning.
In the distance, he heard what sounded like an explosion. Seconds later, he got a call on his earpiece from the leader of his backup unit. When Declan answered, he heard a war zone on the other end.
Yelling. Gunfire. Was that groaning metal?
“Magister, the target…”
“You weren’t ordered to engage her!”
“Sir, she found us!”
His men were the prey. The example killing.
Fuck!
He raced toward the sounds, turning a corner. He spotted her maybe half a mile away along a riverside quay downtown.
Never had he seen anything like the scene there.
One of their three black vans was on the bank of the river, upended on its grill. A second lay on its side in the street, with claw marks carved down its length. Bodies of slain soldiers sprawled all around it.
Declan sprinted, unable to reach her before she struck out, swirling with those swords like a tornado, slicing down men with unfathomable speed.
A dozen more soldiers had opened fire on her with their laserlike charge throwers. But those powerful weapons weren’t slowing her.
Hair whipping all around her face, she took the electricity, seeming to consume it. Lips curling, she stabbed her swords back into their sheaths and opened her arms wide.
Her lids briefly slid shut in pleasure.
As he ran, he inexplicably shuddered in reaction.Thoughts arose that never should, impulses long denied. …
“That all you got, muthafuckas?”
She glowed brighter, illuminating the street. “I
like
electricity, you dumbasses! Hit me with another.”
They did. She sucked it in. The streetlights surrounding her began to flare from her radiant energy.
“Know what else? I’m a freaking conduit.” She caught a jolt in one hand, and channeled it back with her other. She hit one soldier, exploding him into the air, killing him instantly.
Rage erupted within Declan. The strength and speed he fought so hard to hide rose to the fore. Blood pumped to his muscles, his thoughts dimming. Like a blur, he closed in on her, unsheathing his sword as he ran.
“You want some of this?” She turned to another soldier, shooting again. “How ’bout you?” And again.
Declan stole behind her, wrapping one arm around her neck to yank her back into him. He inhaled her scent, felt her body, hesitated.
Stab her, incapacitate her.
When she thrashed against his chest with inconceivable strength, his training took over and he planted his sword into her side, twisting the blade within her.
Lightning struck nearby. She gasped at the pain. A debilitating wound, even for an immortal.
Blood bubbled from her lips and poured from the gash. Her little body trembled against him, her skin cooling as her light
dimmed
.
Wrong!
his mind screamed. Dizziness hit him as that familiar tension multiplied, knotting every one ofhis muscles, nearly crippling him. He swayed, quickly withdrawing his blade.
Without him supporting her, she collapsed, curling up on the filthy street. As blood streamed from her side, she narrowed her eyes up at him. They were bright silver, brilliant. Her blond lashes seemed to glitter all around them. Two tears spilled.
Wrong.
He clenched the hilt of his bloody sword, his gut churning until he almost vomited.
“
You,”
she bit out. She gazed at him with recognition, brows drawing together as if with … betrayal. “You’ll
pay
.”
Some of the remaining soldiers stared at the exchange in confusion. Reminded of his mission, Declan grated, “Bag her.”
Disabled by her wound, she couldn’t defend herself as two soldiers bound her wrists behind her back. She drew a breath to shriek, but they slapped a special tape over her mouth. Another pair descended on her, one with a black sack
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