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see.”
Bishop studied him with narrowed eyes. His gaze flicked to the
victim lying nearby before grimly returning to the gray. “What are you? I
thought you were a gray, but you’re something else.”
“Nope. Just a run of the mill ‘gray.’” He even made sarcastic
air quotes as his smile stretched. It was a term made up by Heaven and Hell, not
by grays themselves. “Time changes things. By not slaughtering all of us last
week, you gave us the time we needed to adapt, to evolve. We’re glad you sent
Natalie’s ass back to the Hollow. She was a serious buzzkill.”
“Bishop,” Roth growled. “We need Zach. Her back’s broken.”
I stared at him with horror. I didn’t think a broken back could
kill an angel—only being stabbed by the golden dagger could do that—but if she
didn’t get healed quickly it could cause serious problems. She could be
paralyzed.
Bishop swore under his breath. “Let’s get this over with.”
He stormed toward the gray again, but was deflected. He landed
hard on his shoulder this time and I heard a sickening crunch. His dagger
skittered across the pavement away from him.
“Bishop!” I yelled, terrified he’d been hurt as badly as
Cassandra.
Roth got to his feet and rushed the gray but the gray easily
slammed his fist into the demon’s face.
I watched this with sheer disbelief. Grays weren’t supposed to
be any stronger or any more dangerous than humans. Except for the kiss.
But this guy...
He’d just taken down two angels and a demon without even
breaking a sweat. What was going on here?
Bishop struggled to get to his feet, but the guy slammed his
foot down on Bishop’s broken shoulder. Bishop let out a roar of pain and
rage.
Without thinking, I started for him, fists clenched.
“Stay back, Samantha,” Bishop snarled. “Don’t get closer.”
My steps faltered. I trembled as I searched the side street,
looking for something that might help.
The gray laughed loudly, and then glanced at me. “Ready to
go?”
No. But I was ready to kill him. Seeing Bishop hurt had brought
something out from deep inside of me—something that saw red and wanted to
inflict injury.
But before I could take even another step closer—against
Bishop’s wishes—the golden dagger sliced through the air, hitting the gray
directly in the chest. He snarled with pain, then yanked it out and threw the
now-bloody weapon away from him.
I spun to see who’d thrown it. Zach had arrived and was
crouched beside Cassandra. His eyes blazed bright blue in the darkness. Bishop’s
weren’t the only eyes that did that; it was an angel thing.
Zach had thrown the knife with perfect aim. And here I thought
he was a peaceful angel who saved kids from drowning and could heal
injuries.
He was also a deadly warrior when necessary.
For a horrible second I thought the dagger’d had no affect at
all on this gray, that along with his super strength, he’d somehow become
immortal and omnipotent.
Not the case.
He dropped to his knees. Blood soaked the front of his white
shirt. He sent a hate-filled glare in my direction.
“Take a good look,” he growled. “This is your future whether
you like it or not. Soon enough, they’ll kill you, too.”
He shuddered, then he fell forward onto the pavement.
There wasn’t even a moment to catch my breath before the Hollow
appeared out of nowhere and opened wide.
I’d seen it twice before. Both times it had scared me so much I
could barely function.
Seeing a black, swirling vortex appear out of absolutely
nowhere wasn’t the most natural sight in the world. It opened like a mouth with
a bottomless hunger, ready to take whatever supernatural was in its path. It was
triggered by a death, by blood, but it didn’t seem to differentiate between the
living and the dead. If you were in its path, then you were in serious
trouble.
It was torture to think that Carly was in there somewhere—still
alive. And I had no idea how to get her back out again.
The
Bishop studied him with narrowed eyes. His gaze flicked to the
victim lying nearby before grimly returning to the gray. “What are you? I
thought you were a gray, but you’re something else.”
“Nope. Just a run of the mill ‘gray.’” He even made sarcastic
air quotes as his smile stretched. It was a term made up by Heaven and Hell, not
by grays themselves. “Time changes things. By not slaughtering all of us last
week, you gave us the time we needed to adapt, to evolve. We’re glad you sent
Natalie’s ass back to the Hollow. She was a serious buzzkill.”
“Bishop,” Roth growled. “We need Zach. Her back’s broken.”
I stared at him with horror. I didn’t think a broken back could
kill an angel—only being stabbed by the golden dagger could do that—but if she
didn’t get healed quickly it could cause serious problems. She could be
paralyzed.
Bishop swore under his breath. “Let’s get this over with.”
He stormed toward the gray again, but was deflected. He landed
hard on his shoulder this time and I heard a sickening crunch. His dagger
skittered across the pavement away from him.
“Bishop!” I yelled, terrified he’d been hurt as badly as
Cassandra.
Roth got to his feet and rushed the gray but the gray easily
slammed his fist into the demon’s face.
I watched this with sheer disbelief. Grays weren’t supposed to
be any stronger or any more dangerous than humans. Except for the kiss.
But this guy...
He’d just taken down two angels and a demon without even
breaking a sweat. What was going on here?
Bishop struggled to get to his feet, but the guy slammed his
foot down on Bishop’s broken shoulder. Bishop let out a roar of pain and
rage.
Without thinking, I started for him, fists clenched.
“Stay back, Samantha,” Bishop snarled. “Don’t get closer.”
My steps faltered. I trembled as I searched the side street,
looking for something that might help.
The gray laughed loudly, and then glanced at me. “Ready to
go?”
No. But I was ready to kill him. Seeing Bishop hurt had brought
something out from deep inside of me—something that saw red and wanted to
inflict injury.
But before I could take even another step closer—against
Bishop’s wishes—the golden dagger sliced through the air, hitting the gray
directly in the chest. He snarled with pain, then yanked it out and threw the
now-bloody weapon away from him.
I spun to see who’d thrown it. Zach had arrived and was
crouched beside Cassandra. His eyes blazed bright blue in the darkness. Bishop’s
weren’t the only eyes that did that; it was an angel thing.
Zach had thrown the knife with perfect aim. And here I thought
he was a peaceful angel who saved kids from drowning and could heal
injuries.
He was also a deadly warrior when necessary.
For a horrible second I thought the dagger’d had no affect at
all on this gray, that along with his super strength, he’d somehow become
immortal and omnipotent.
Not the case.
He dropped to his knees. Blood soaked the front of his white
shirt. He sent a hate-filled glare in my direction.
“Take a good look,” he growled. “This is your future whether
you like it or not. Soon enough, they’ll kill you, too.”
He shuddered, then he fell forward onto the pavement.
There wasn’t even a moment to catch my breath before the Hollow
appeared out of nowhere and opened wide.
I’d seen it twice before. Both times it had scared me so much I
could barely function.
Seeing a black, swirling vortex appear out of absolutely
nowhere wasn’t the most natural sight in the world. It opened like a mouth with
a bottomless hunger, ready to take whatever supernatural was in its path. It was
triggered by a death, by blood, but it didn’t seem to differentiate between the
living and the dead. If you were in its path, then you were in serious
trouble.
It was torture to think that Carly was in there somewhere—still
alive. And I had no idea how to get her back out again.
The
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