Screeches and grunts grew. Body parts soared and disintegrated in the air. Yet the chaos didn’t diminish as timepassed.
Her fingers dug into the cold stone sills, her stomach queasy.Please, let him be allright.
The entrance door slammed open. She spun around, her heart racing to herthroat.
“Shae!”
Relief flowing, she darted through the pews and sprinted back to the vestibule. “I’m here.” Her gaze rushed between him and Nik. “Whathappened?”
His expression harsh, lines bracketed his mouth as if in pain, he hauled her close. “We have to get the hell out ofhere.”
“Wait, wait, are youhur—”
A flare brightened up the inside of the church like the Fourth of July, distracting her. Shrieks of terror echoed through the night. She looked back through the windows. A spray of fire raineddown.
“Dear Lord, what isthat?”
“Race,” Nik’s voice was a disembodied echo as hedisappeared.
The raging fire was Race? An enormous black silhouette with flapping wings hovered above the fleeing demons, more flames streaming out of its mouth. Crap, it looked like a—a—noway!
Heck, if demons, gods, and vampires existed, why not…dragons?
She tightened her arms around Dagan, and he dematerialized them. As her molecules dispersed, so did the brief sight of the dragon Guardian she hadn’t yetmet.
