Page 103 of Legacy of Temptation

Logan’s heart bled as much as her wounds. “Eidolon!” He shouted. “Hurry!”

“Blood in the sky,” she rasped, gripping his hand as if he was her lifeline. “Blood in the temple. Blood in the vessel.Bloodintheskybloodintheskyyyy!”

Then Eidolon was there. Everyone was there, including his mom, who must have run at full speed despite being pregnant and wearing flip-flops.

“Regan,” Thanatos growled as he caught up to her. “You should not be running—”

Darkness fell across the beach in a wave of shadow. Logan looked up as black clouds rolled in from nowhere and boiled.

Eidolon barely spared the sky a glance as he gripped Amber’s arm, shooting her full of healing energy.

Overhead, lightning spiderwebbed through the clouds, and thunder shattered the air.

“Oh, my God,” Regan breathed. “Tempestus demon. Not again.”

“No, sweetheart. It’s not a demon.” Thanatos wrapped his arm around her and held her close, the love for his mate something Logan had admired his entire life. His parents gave as much comfort to each other as they did their children. Eva watched too, and he wondered what she was thinking. “I don’t know what it is, but it’s not a demon.”

The doctor moved around from Amber’s head to her torso as Logan’s parents crowded close. His mom’s eyes were glassy with tears, and the concern in his dad’s put hollows beneath them.

“How is she?” Regan’s voice trembled.

“She’s going to be okay.” Kneeling at Amber’s side, Eidolon channeled more healing energy into her. “She seized so hard she broke some bones and tore muscle and ligaments, so I want to keep her out of it for a little while. She doesn’t need to be feeling this.” He shouted for Mace, who was already on his way over. “I need you to keep her unconscious for a few minutes.”

Mace went to his knees opposite Eidolon. Hisdermoirelit up as he sent his gift into Amber. His ability was different than the doctor’s, allowing him to affect bodily function, like slowing the heart or speeding up the production of adrenaline. Although he preferred to use his gifts against enemies, completely stopping their hearts with a quick zap.

Fear for Amber edged into frustration and anger. She didn’t deserve this shit. Why did her visions come with pain? And why did they always have to be so vague and cryptic?

A low rumble crawled across the sky as it grew even darker, taking on a crimson cast.

“She said she saw blood in the sky.” Eva wandered a few feet away, her eyes glued to the storm. “Do you suppose she meant the red clouds?”

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning stabbed downward. Eva froze as the burst of energy engulfed her in a millisecond of blinding light. But there was no crack of thunder. No heat. There was, in fact, no sound at all.

Not from the wind, the ocean, or Limos’s alternative rock station blaring from concealed speakers mounted in the trees.

“Eva!” Logan shouted, but the void swallowed the sound.

It felt like minutes, but only a heartbeat passed, and Eva was walking toward him, blinking and looking shell-shocked.

He rushed to her and gripped her shoulders tight, ready to catch her if she fell. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Fine. Everything got bright and tingly. Was I struck by lightning?”

Logan really had no idea at this point.

Thunder crashed, and a warm droplet struck his face. Dammit. Rain was the last thing they needed.

“That’s weird.” Frowning, Eva brushed her finger over the raindrop on his cheek. “It looks like blood.”

Abruptly, the sky let loose. Red rain pelted them in a torrential downpour, drowning the pristine beach in crimson gore.

“Everyone take cover!” Logan gathered Amber in his arms as his father helped rush his mom for the cover of the tiki bar’s covered seating area. “Come on, Eva!” he called out, and they hurried through the warm downpour. Once under the roof, he eased Amber into a chair, holding her until Eidolon and Mace had her under their care again.

Eva looked freaked out, but no more so than anyone else. Taking her hand, he looked out at the carnage. “Whatisthis shit?”

Talon put the back of his hand to his mouth and swiped it with his tongue. “It’s blood.”

Grinning, his girlfriend leaned into him and lapped hungrily at the rivulets flowing down his neck and shoulders. Fallen angels had no class.

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