Page 29 of Untraceable
“Fast. They are coming for you, and I need to lead them away. Your Majesty, can you conceal her for a few days?”
Amori sat up and grinned. “I can. Her friend will hate it.”
“Oh, Bailey. Yeah, she’s gonna be pissed.”
“I would offer to pitch in, but I am going to be busy.” Rage was still on the comfortable crouch.
“Are you ever going to meet your fiancé?”
“Oh, I did. A few years ago. We consummated the contract, and then one of his bodyguards tried to dismiss me while he was sleeping, and after that, he nearly cut me in half, and only my freaky genes kept me together.”
Heyval blinked. “What?”
Rage stood up and pulled off her jacket and shirt. A silvery pink line was puckered and jagged, going from left shoulder to nearly right hip.
Heyval covered her mouth. “How did you...”
“I started as a healer, too.”
“Oh. Right.”
Amori was staring. “That is the mark of an acid blade.”
Rage pulled her tee back on and put the jacket on after that. “That is what it felt like. But my husband thinks I am dead, so there was a bright side. Now I just make my life as a hunter, which is why I knew when you popped up.”
Heyval got nervous. “What will they do if they catch me?”
“They will take you back to your school and sentence you to death. The sentence will be carried out less than twenty-four hours later.” Rage stepped toward her. “So, let me borrow some of the necromancy and a few drops of blood, and I will let him put wards on you.”
Heyval stretched out her hand and put a portion of magic along her fingertips. Rage took her hand and smiled, turned her fingers over and nipped the middle finger and sucked. Her fangs were adorable, like little sharp kitten fangs. Heyval didn’t have them.
Rage closed her lips. Focused. She opened her eyes, and Heyval was looking at herself. Rage winked. “Gotta go.”
She ran into the shadows that were disappearing as dawn took over. She was gone a moment later.
Heyval looked at Amori. “So, uh, that is my sister.”
Amori nodded. “That wound. Even if she healed, it must have been agony. It must still be agony.”
Heyval nodded. “She doesn’t show it, but she never did. Hiding pain frustrated our mom, but she had to stop taking her rage out on Rage when the engagement went through.”
“No new marks on the fiancée.”
“Correct.”
“What about the male she was engaged to?”
“He was one of the demonborn. Some kind of hybrid.”
Amori raised his brows. “Really? I believe he is invited to my birthday party.”
“Oh. Interesting. So, you know him?”
“I believe so, if he is the male I am thinking of, he and his entourage are coming in a few days.”
“Does he have a guard with an acid blade?” A slow anger was starting in Heyval.
“He does.”
