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him.
When, Master?
Go, finish what you were summoned to do. Then bring me my due.
Yes, Master.
Ianax’s essence was released from the underbelly and flung over the tops of the trees, down the mountain, dead birds raining from their nests as he stole their breath.
Chapter Seven
A NTHONY HAD REGAINED some of his strength on the drive back to town, but walking to his hotel room drained him.
He’d fought evil and won, this time. But he needed to rejuvenate. He couldn’t protect Skye or save the lost souls at the mission until he regained his strength.
He couldn’t let Skye leave.
What he’d seen in the flames would haunt him for the rest of his life. She didn’t believe him, and if everything remained the same she would die. Horribly. Painfully. Her soul would be trapped and tortured for eternity.
Losing her was not an option. He would sacrifice himself first.
“Get some rest,” she was saying to him. “I’ll pick you up at seven and take you to your car.”
“No!” He swallowed. “Please.” She stared at him, perplexed. How to keep her here? “I need your help.”
He sagged heavily onto the sofa, exaggerating his fatigue and pain. She looked skeptical. Oh, my little doubting Thomas. You’re a tough one.
“Please—I need you to—” What? She already thought he was a nutcase. Make something up, Zaccardi.
“Pray with me.”
Her face clouded.
Good one.
“In Latin,” he added.
“You’ve got to be joking.”
“I’ll teach it to you. It might come in handy.”
He wasn’t joking. She didn’t have to know what the words meant. If she remembered them, at the right time, they might protect her. At least buy some time.
She sat next to him looking as exhausted as he felt. Maybe he could get her to let down her shield a bit. Enough to lull her to sleep. If she slept here, in his presence, she would be safe. For tonight.
One night at a time.
He took her hands in his. She tensed, but didn’t pull away. You think your gun can save you. You think your smarts will get you out of any difficulty. You’ve never faced a demon, sweetness.
He’d felt her soul in the courtyard when he’d covered her body with his. She was holding on to a deep regret and bitterness, he didn’t know from what, but her innate goodness and honor shone through. A strong core of loyalty. Strength.
Satan would love to claim her as his own.
An overwhelming protective urge washed over Anthony. He swallowed, uncertain what he was supposed to do. What he should do. He’d never allowed himself to grow close to any woman, because in love he would be vulnerable. In love, he would be risking more than his own life. Already, his soul was inextricably entwined with Skye’s. The fire had fused them together, a bond he could not break.
Save her. Save us.
He whispered in Latin.
“What does that mean?”
He repeated the prayer and she frowned at him, but didn’t pull her hands from his. Progress.
“Say it. Please, Skye. It—it would comfort me.” He exaggerated a sigh.
She hesitated, then repeated the ancient words of protection, her voice quivering.
“Again.”
She complied. He touched her hair, murmured a poem. “That’s French.”
He hadn’t realized he’d spoken in French. “The monks made sure I learned many languages.”
“Monks?”
“I was raised in a monastery.”
“What happened to your parents?” Skye seemed much more at ease talking about his past than things she couldn’t see or touch. While he didn’t like to share things about himself, he had no hesitation in telling Skye. He wanted her to know. To build trust, to strengthen their bond. And more.
“I don’t know about my parents. I was left on the doorstep of a monastery on a small island off Sicily.”
“An orphanage?”
Anthony couldn’t tell her the whole truth, but he didn’t lie. “In some ways. Women in Europe, particularly in the old country, are frowned upon if they have children out of wedlock. Some are disowned or
When, Master?
Go, finish what you were summoned to do. Then bring me my due.
Yes, Master.
Ianax’s essence was released from the underbelly and flung over the tops of the trees, down the mountain, dead birds raining from their nests as he stole their breath.
Chapter Seven
A NTHONY HAD REGAINED some of his strength on the drive back to town, but walking to his hotel room drained him.
He’d fought evil and won, this time. But he needed to rejuvenate. He couldn’t protect Skye or save the lost souls at the mission until he regained his strength.
He couldn’t let Skye leave.
What he’d seen in the flames would haunt him for the rest of his life. She didn’t believe him, and if everything remained the same she would die. Horribly. Painfully. Her soul would be trapped and tortured for eternity.
Losing her was not an option. He would sacrifice himself first.
“Get some rest,” she was saying to him. “I’ll pick you up at seven and take you to your car.”
“No!” He swallowed. “Please.” She stared at him, perplexed. How to keep her here? “I need your help.”
He sagged heavily onto the sofa, exaggerating his fatigue and pain. She looked skeptical. Oh, my little doubting Thomas. You’re a tough one.
“Please—I need you to—” What? She already thought he was a nutcase. Make something up, Zaccardi.
“Pray with me.”
Her face clouded.
Good one.
“In Latin,” he added.
“You’ve got to be joking.”
“I’ll teach it to you. It might come in handy.”
He wasn’t joking. She didn’t have to know what the words meant. If she remembered them, at the right time, they might protect her. At least buy some time.
She sat next to him looking as exhausted as he felt. Maybe he could get her to let down her shield a bit. Enough to lull her to sleep. If she slept here, in his presence, she would be safe. For tonight.
One night at a time.
He took her hands in his. She tensed, but didn’t pull away. You think your gun can save you. You think your smarts will get you out of any difficulty. You’ve never faced a demon, sweetness.
He’d felt her soul in the courtyard when he’d covered her body with his. She was holding on to a deep regret and bitterness, he didn’t know from what, but her innate goodness and honor shone through. A strong core of loyalty. Strength.
Satan would love to claim her as his own.
An overwhelming protective urge washed over Anthony. He swallowed, uncertain what he was supposed to do. What he should do. He’d never allowed himself to grow close to any woman, because in love he would be vulnerable. In love, he would be risking more than his own life. Already, his soul was inextricably entwined with Skye’s. The fire had fused them together, a bond he could not break.
Save her. Save us.
He whispered in Latin.
“What does that mean?”
He repeated the prayer and she frowned at him, but didn’t pull her hands from his. Progress.
“Say it. Please, Skye. It—it would comfort me.” He exaggerated a sigh.
She hesitated, then repeated the ancient words of protection, her voice quivering.
“Again.”
She complied. He touched her hair, murmured a poem. “That’s French.”
He hadn’t realized he’d spoken in French. “The monks made sure I learned many languages.”
“Monks?”
“I was raised in a monastery.”
“What happened to your parents?” Skye seemed much more at ease talking about his past than things she couldn’t see or touch. While he didn’t like to share things about himself, he had no hesitation in telling Skye. He wanted her to know. To build trust, to strengthen their bond. And more.
“I don’t know about my parents. I was left on the doorstep of a monastery on a small island off Sicily.”
“An orphanage?”
Anthony couldn’t tell her the whole truth, but he didn’t lie. “In some ways. Women in Europe, particularly in the old country, are frowned upon if they have children out of wedlock. Some are disowned or
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