Page 120 of Cursed Heirs

Constantine lost it, spinning and thrusting his fist into the wall, taking a chunk out of it.

I braced myself as he vamped out, snarled, then stalked toward me.

The door flew open, thankfully pulling him up short, as one of his vampire acolytes burst on in.

“Sire, our campaign at Electi Academy has been thwarted.”

“Impossible. They’re mere students.”

“Not so. The Dark Fae Prince had an army.”

“I was informed recently, but they were nowhere near ready to pose any sort of threat to us.”

“I guess Orpheus didn’t tell Cornwell everything, huh?” I cut in, grinning from ear to ear.

He snarled at me, then demanded of his acolyte, “What’s the status concerning the phoenix?”

“Cornwell succeeded in provoking him into a severe rage, but our soldiers weren’t able to apprehend him, while also fighting the army. To make matters worse, Abigail Rose arrived andsealed our defeat. She’s re-erected her ward barring us from accessing Talon Creed once more.”

The shadow stroked Constantine’s arm, telling him, “We’ll create another opportunity. All is not lost.”

“You’ll die before you get another chance,” I spat.

He went for me, only to be pulled up short by a thunderous sound that rocked the room and no doubt the rest of the mansion beyond.

“The ward has been breached,” the shadow spoke.

“It’s black magic. Abigail is at Electi Academy and Saryan is in no condition to do so,” Constantine responded. He cursed. “Sabre must be here. He’s used Abigail’s blood in one of his tech devices before to enable him to briefly wield a small amount of celestial magic.”

“Go,” the shadow told the vampire. “Hold them off, then convene at the alternate location.”

In a burst, the guy was gone, rushing off back up the stairs.

As the door opened, I heard thuds, crashing, screaming, and hell knew what else coming from upstairs in the mansion.

Hope sparked in me after so long.

They’d finally found me.

“Get her out of here,” Constantine told the shadow, gesturing at me. “I’ll deal with Sabre.” He started toward the door, muttering something about grabbing theHellbornfrom upstairs.

But he barely made it a step outside the room before he pulled up short, his eyes widening. He doubled back and snatched up the Orb with a burst of vampire speed, a split-second before an explosion of purple power blew him back and propelled him all the way through the wall on the other side, blowing him clear outside.

Purple!

Oh my God!

In the next second, the shadow suffered a similar fate, purple flames rushing toward them and sending them crashing into the wall opposite me, taking several chunks out of it.

And then it happened.

I could barely believe it.

Orpheus rushed on in.

He took quick stock of the situation, then his attention landed on me.

“Motherfuck,” he choked at the sight of me. “Little angel.”

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