shove at the small of her back.
Roxy didn’t wait for him to repeat the directive.
Slapping her palm against wood, she vaulted the rail
and came down like a gymnast, knees bent, feet planted
for less than a heartbeat before she tore toward the
woods, running flat out.
A quick glance told her he was right behind her.
Why washerunning? Why didn’t he stay and fight? A
soul reaper was one hell of a powerful being.
EVE SILVER
205
“I’m trying to lead them away and spare your
damned house,” he snarled, answering the question
she hadn’t asked.
“What are they?”
“Fire genies.”
Creatures she wasn’t familiar with. But now wasn’t
the time for an in-depth chat. Roxy bolted for the thick
woods at the south end of the yard, her long legs eating
the distance.
“Not so fast, Otherkin.” The words came from too
close. Something snagged her ankle and she went
down, hard. The smell of burning leather stung her
nostrils. Her shoulder slammed against the ground.
Her chin bumped dirt and her teeth snapped together
so hard that she expected to feel tiny chips of enamel
on her tongue.
Twisting at the waist, she jerked her trapped limb
and found it held in a solid grip. She was slipping and
sliding as she rolled, and she struggled to right herself,
