they’d had them for years.
That made them even more dangerous.
They were clever. They were strong. And there were a lot of them.
Two of them had her cornered and she didn’t bother using any of the blades she carried. Finn, thank God, had a mad love for firearms and he’d made sure she knew how to use them with more than just passing skill. His favorite weapon had been a pair of good, old-fashioned pistols. He’d even worn them in the same way a sheriff straight out of a western would have—in a set of holsters slung low on his hips.
While she didn’t like the same sort of gun, she’d come to appreciate the damage that could be done. Whipping out a baby Glock, modified with a silencer, she aimed it at one and as he was still gaping at the sight, she killed him by destroying the heart. She killed the other a second later.
She managed to kill three more and seriously wound another couple before they figured out that somebody had changed the game.
Jacob was cleaning house up on the second level, a sword in one hand, a knife in the other. She tossed the gun to her left hand and drew her own blade as one of the parasei rushed for her.
With a smile, she dove into the battle.
This…it was still her favorite part.
It was a good ten minutes later before they’d cleared the nest.
Jacob came up to her, eying her narrowly as she slid the gun away. “A gun. Really.”
“Hey, it worked.” She shrugged at him.
“You spent too much time with Finn. Guns can be tracked .”
“Not if the bullets came from a black market weapon.”
Jacob just stared at her for a long moment and then he sighed. “Even those bullets will have unique markings on them, precious.”
Celine rolled her eyes. “It’s not like I plan on getting caught by the police. And if I do, don’t worry, before somebody from the law offices of the Lord God Almighty gets me out on bail, I promise I won’t crack and start talking about my secret job as a guardian angel.”
“The law offices of the Lord God Almighty?”
“Well, somebody has to pay the bail, right?” She knelt and picked up one of the blades she’d lost in the battle.
“More like Will is going to sneak in and spirit you out, and then he’ll scold the both of us for being so careless. Just spare us both the trouble. I beg you.”
Celine paused in the middle of cleaning the blood off the blade. “You get scolded?”
“Regularly.” He cocked his head and then gestured. “Get up. I hear sirens.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
A faint smile twisted his hard mouth. “You’re turning into something of a smart ass, Celine.”
She blinked as she rose to her feet. Hell. He was right. Well, sort of. She wasn’t turning into one. She’d always been one. She’d just sort of lost it there for a while. That, and the ability to smile.
The ability to laugh.
To care.
To live.
Shrugging, she strode past him. “Don’t worry. I’m sure it will pass.”
Chapter Six
Don’t worry. I’m sure it will pass .
Well, one thing was rather clear…it hadn’t taken long for it to pass.
Celine was gone. Again.
A week had passed since that bloody, long battle. Eight days since that torrid, breath-stealing dream.
And although every day she’d seemed better, Celine was still gone.
He’d been planning on them being able to leave soon—he’d finally found the main nest and once it was eradicated, what few parasei survived would scatter. They could move on, away from here.
But Celine wasn’t ready to move on, it seemed.
He’d come back to the house they were using in Cincinnati—not their house, he couldn’t think of it in those terms—to find it empty. Since he couldn’t sense her, he already knew where she was.
A whisper of sound echoed behind him and he whirled, blade already in hand even as his instincts whispered who it was.
Will stood in the doorway, eyebrows lifted, his gaze on the weapon. “A bit jumpy there, Jacob.”
Sliding the blade home, he grunted in response and
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