Page 43 of Fallen Heirs

“Doused in holy water, but still ammo,” the guy said. “And you’re half human.”

“I’ll take my chances.”

“Alena,” I hissed, when she went to take another step. “Don’t.”

She looked between me and them.

Then her eyes narrowed and she muttered to herself, “Enough of this.”

It all happened so fast then, chaos erupting as she did step forward.

The vampires went to fire, but they never made it.

Her power burst forth and she threw her hand up, taking them with her, levitating all of them off the ground in one shot.

Not just that, but they weren’t able to move a muscle.

She was preventing it.

She turned her hand and they started screaming and I heard the crack of bones. And then they were all suddenly made to open their hands and release their guns, which dropped to the ground beneath them with a series of thuds.

And that was when I realized exactly how she was doing it. She wasn’t merely freezing them in place.

No, it was much worse than that.

“Necromancy,” I gasped.

While not along the lines of black magic, it certainly was considered dark, and definitely frowned upon. Hell, it was actually technically outlawed byExemplar.

“I’ve had a lot of time to study my mom’s grimoires lately,” Alena told me simply.

Hell,there was nothing simple about it.

Although, I did have to admit that it was serving us well right about now.

Still holding them steady with one glowing golden palm, she strode around them, eyeing them up above as she ordered, “Tell me where Constantine is.”

“Never,” the leader ground out, only just able to get his words out with the control she had over the rest of his body.

“What’s your name?” she demanded.

When he said nothing, she flicked her hand and all of them screamed as their wrists snapped brutally.

She kept doing it, crushing their kneecaps too.

“Alena,” I called. “Take it down.”

She ignored my warning and demanded of the leader again, “What. Is. Your. Name?”

Another bone cracking had him rasping, “Jonus Bellamy.”

“Good boy. Now back to Constantine… where is he holed up?”

“He’s always on the move,” Jonus answered.

“Last known location,” she ordered.

Jonus sneered. “Kill us if you want, but you’ll never know. What he’s doing is more important than our lives.”

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