Page 80 of Whispered Warnings: Part Two

“Oh, do you think that she will let us do that anyway?” Evander asks. “It would be nice to get back to the house and settle in, make a plan for tomorrow, that kind of thing.”

I shrug, “I don’t see why not.”

What I don’t tell them is that when we get back to the house, we probably won’t be able to eat for a while.

As we’re walking through the darkened overflow parking lot, which is pretty much just a field, the hairs on the back of my neck start to stand up.

I hang back as the guys all walk through the pub doors, just trying to work out what it is I’m feeling.

Just as I’m about to give up, chalk it up to the events of the day, and follow the guys into the pub, my sword appears in my hand. This can’t be good.

“Dimitri’s going to be pleased,” a voice mutters from behind me, a voice I recognize.

Shit.

I spin around. My sword raised as he makes a dive for me. I need to get this fucker away from the pub. He is so incredibly dangerous, and I don’t want him anywhere near Niamh or the humans and supes inside the pub. I fight, pushing him back toward a dark corner of the main lot.

His eyes are lit with interest and excitement, this is so not good.

“What are you doing back in Ireland?” I ask him as I dodge a blow.

He grins, his sharp teeth flashing in the moonlight, “Business. Although now I feel like it may be for dinner.”

I pull a face, “That was so ridiculously cliché, really?”

Anger fills his features, “He never let me taste you, but you’re not under his protection anymore, are you? He won’t give a shit if I take my fill.”

His words make a small stab of hurt that I know I shouldn’t feel flash through me, and to be honest, it just pisses me off more.

As my sword clangs against his again, I ask, “Are you sure about that?”

It’s bullshit; Dimitri doesn’t give a shit anymore, and he probably would be happy to hear of my demise at the hands of the fucker, but it makes him falter, and that’s all I need.

“Neith!” Van calls.

“What the fuck?” I hear Reed add.

Time to end this, I don’t want the guys hurt by this fucker, and he has a unique ability that sort of means that he can turn into shadows, which makes him really fucking difficult to fight, and I have seen many people killed by him when he has snuck up behind them.

“Oh, isn’t this interesting,” he grins widely. “Maybe you are worth more alive anyway. Perhaps I’ll tell him where you are instead.”

His eyes start to cloud, a sure sign that he’s trying to open a communication line, and I would be willing to bet that it’s with Dimitri. Under no circumstances can Dimitri know where I am and what is going on. If he realizes that I am no longer working for HID and under their protection, then he will come for me. He doesn’t care about starting a war with other supernaturals.

I will not have the guys put in danger like that.

My sword buzzes in my hand, and I feel something within me stir. Using speed that I didn’t know I had, I duck his blade and then arc mine upward. My sword glows with gold-tinted black magic as it slices from his left hip up his body and through his left shoulder. His eyes widen in horror as his sword clatters tothe floor, and his body crumples to the floor, landing in two separate halves, the light going out of his eyes.

“Whoa,” I mutter as I look at Asael. “That was fucking awesome, good job.”

“What the fuck just happened?” Reed asks urgently, although thankfully, he’s got the presence of mind to keep his voice low.

“Are you okay?” Ransom asks, his eyes running over me to make sure.

I nod, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Your sword sliced straight through him like he was fucking butter,” Raiden mutters, his eyes on the body on the floor.

“That was so fucking cool,” River says.

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