Page 2 of God Touched

Imogen had walked into a nest of Kraken hybrids four weeks ago. Even with the Greatdrakes insisting the creatures had probably died when Aneirin did, Imogen didn't trust it. It was that probably that bothered the hell out of her.

She knew from Kian's reports that some of Morrigan's horde creatures had crossed through portals the night that she had attacked Dublin. There was no way of telling how far they had gone through the United Kingdom.

Imogen fuelled up in Dolgellau, stretched her back for a bit, and then kept following the coast. She wasn't actively hunting or evenlookingfor something to fight. She was only on a nice ride…in the middle of winter…in Wales.

If Imogen saw signs of a crazy horde Kraken, she would do her hunter duty and kill every one of them. If the naturists at Morfa Dyffryn were brave enough to sunbake nude in freaking Wales, they deserved a medal and not to have to deal with stray krakens.

The middle of winter ensured there were no naked bodies about, but still, it was the thought that counted.

Naked bodies had Imogen thinking of the extremely hot guy she had ghosted since dealing with Aneirin. What had been his name again? Mr. Tongue Piercing. Sexy, sexy, goth boy.

She had looked at his number a few times before leaving Ireland, but every time her eyes had strayed to the tattoos that covered her scars.

Say No.

The strange ache in her scars agreed that hot goth boys were the source of all of her problems.

Hot goth gods were even worse.

Imogen hadn't saidnoto Arawan exactly. She had expressed her feelings by lifting both of her middle fingers at him. That meant no in every language.

So what if she had pissed off a powerful being? Hell, it wasn't the first time, and she really doubted it would be the last. All three of her brothers were powerful fae princes, and she loved to annoy them as much as possible.

But you don't owe them two life debts.

Imogen was doing her best to forget all about that.

It wasn't like Arawan knew who she was, and he was probably kicking back in a fancy palace in Annwn with ten wives to keep him occupied. Guy like him would haveat leastten.

That thought didn't bother her. Absolutely not one bit. Not. One. Bit.

Fucking Arawan.

The sun was fading fast, and Imogen switched on her headlights and slowed down. It wasn't like she had anywhere to be. She pulled over on the side of the road and checked her phone. Harlech wasn't too far away, and it had a fabulous-looking castle. She could stop there for the night, go out for some pints, and flirt with the locals.

Check the beach, it's why you came. Remember?

Imogen took off her helmet and took a small ax from one of the leather saddlebags. Charlotte had put a nifty charm on it, making it a portable, tomahawk size. If Imogen activated the magic, it would grow into her trusty battle-ax.

Her sister mating Reeve had come with all sorts of excellent perks, thanks to the Greatdrakes library. The ax charm was one, and the one to keep her hair growing out lavender was another. It sure saved on hairdressers.

Imogen tucked the small ax into the back of her leather pants and walked down the wet wooden walkways to the beach. The dunes were empty; the misting rain and disappearing sun had driven everyone inside.

Imogen closed her eyes and let the cold rain fall on her face. She breathed deeply, and a tightness in her chest eased for the first time in weeks.

Of course, the one moment of peace she had was going to be interrupted.

The hair on the back of Imogen's neck rose, and her hand drifted to the ax under her jacket. She turned with a smile, hoping it was another person out for a stroll. No such luck.

The sand dune started to shudder and heave. Imogen dived out of the way as a tentacle shot out and swiped at her.

"Yeah, you're not going to get me pregnant this time, you bastard!" Imogen shouted.

She pulled out her ax and activated the charm. The creature shook off the sand just as her ax slid to its entire length.

The Kraken hybrid was the size of a small van, with octopus tentacles and a hard shell covering its main body.

Imogen knew from experience that each of its suckers had a barbed hook for tearing into flesh and egg pouches underneath them for impregnating their victims. That was how she had died the second time.

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