Killing him would probably be impossible thanks to Hawkyn’sprotection, but if she could just get some blood, she could try Wytches_Float’sinstructions for breaking his ability to track.Of course, she’d need a sexpartner for that too.
She suddenly pictured herself in bed with Hawkyn, hismuscular body moving with hers, his strong hands touching her, stroking her,giving her the kind of pleasure she hadn’t experienced in far too long.Feminine instinct told her he was the kind of male who would be dangerous inthe sack, not because he was violent, but because he was addictive.She’dbarely gotten a taste ofhimand she alreadyunderstood that it would only take a single orgasm to get hopelessly hooked.
Snarling with frustration that was only partly sexual, sheslipped out of Hotel Hell’s side door.After checking to make sure no one waspaying any attention, she secured herduffelon hershoulder and hurried toward the pad she and Hawkyn had arrived on.She didn’tknow how to operate it, but he’d said non-angels arrived and departed via atwin portal, so she had to try.How difficult could it be?
No one stopped her.Heck, no one even looked at her as shestepped onto the portal and planted her feet at the very center.
Nothing happened.
Was there a command?Or did it operate the way most of herabilities worked, with a mere thought?
Think.
She pictured a twin portal, and instantly, a rush of tinglesspread through her insides.A tugging sensation came next, and the next thingshe knew, she was looking at a forest, and this wasdefinitelynotSheoul-gra.
But now what?There was a Harrowgate nearby, she was sure,but she wasn’t sensitive to them and had no idea how to find it, let aloneoperate it.
She should have paid more attention when Runa escorted herthrough the one at Underworld General.
Well, she thought, as she considered her next move, at leastshe wasn’t in Hell anymore.But if this was Siberia or some shit, it wouldn’tbe much better.She had no money, no identification, and no idea in whichdirection she should start walking.
Just as she was contemplating going back to Sheoul-gra, atall male, his face concealed inside a hooded brown robe, popped onto the padwith her.
“Coming or going?”he asked.
“Ah...I guess it depends on your point of view.”She eyedhis robes and wondered if he was an angel, and if so, what kind.Weird, justdays ago she hadn’t been sure angels existed, and now she was aware that therewere different varieties of them.“I’m trying to get to Portland, Oregon.”
He stared at her with eyes so intense that she scrambledbackward until her heels hit the edge of the pad.Power radiated from him inwaves that crashed into her like an angry ocean and left it hard for her tobreathe.
Was he going to hurt her?Her mind screamed for Hawkyn, andshe didn’t even care that she was in this situation because she had been tryingto get away from him.
“Trust your instincts.”
“What does that—”
A shower of light filled her vision, and a heartbeat later,she found herself standing in front of her house, her palms sweating, her heartpounding.
Jesus.How had she gone from living a relatively normalhuman life to bouncing around a supernatural landscape at the whim of beingsshe hadn’t even believed in mere days ago?
She inhaled a ragged breath and tried to gather herthoughts.At least she was home.She could work with that.
It was night, but the full moon was so bright that it castshadows all around her.Inside her house, the lights on a timer had come on,the faint glow streaming through gaps in the curtains.
On the surface, everything seemed normal.But as she movedtoward the path to her front porch, a chill ran down her spine, nearlyparalyzing her right there on her lawn.
Drayger.
Holy shit, he was inside her house.Inside her sanctuary.
Rage, terror, and the desire to take ugly, nasty revengebubbled up in her throat where a war cry was on deck, ready to join the blastof silver fire she was going to send streaming into Drayger’s chest.Her wellof energy wasn’t completely restored, but what she’d gotten from Hawkyn wouldbe enough for one short burst.She just had to catch Drayger by surprise.
He knows you’re here.
Yes, he probably did.But if she could hide, maybe sneak in—
The front door opened.Her fingertips burned as her powergathered.The second she saw his ugly face, he was toast.
“Aurora, no!”
