“How do I get out of this book?”
“How did you get into it?”
Nick snorted. “Like I know? It’s why I asked you here. I was hoping for some insight.”
“Then you’d best be figuring it out.”
“Well you’re just all kinds of unhelpful, aren’t you?” Nick rolled his eyes as he did his best to think of something, anything.
Sadly, nothing came to mind. How could this be?
He needed real help and he had no idea where his help was. Or how to find it. He was about as lost as he’d ever been in his life.
“Where is Nick?” Caleb turned toward Kody.
“I don’t know. He was supposed to be at the station with his mother. She said he left to go do homework and no one’s seen him since.”
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this.” Aeron glanced up at the darkening sky over their heads. While storm clouds in New Orleans were nothing new, there was something ominous with these. Low hanging and jet black, they seemed a bit denser and more threatening than normal.
Not quite a natural phenomenon.
Kody nodded. “I hear you. Especially since I know Nick didn’t have homework and he doesn’t normally do any without a great deal of protesting.”
“And whining,” Caleb added. “Let’s not forget the painful whining.”
Kody scowled as a deep rumble sounded. “What exactly does a Sephirii army look like when it attacks?”
A tic started in Caleb’s handsome cheek. “Honestly? A lot likethat.” He jerked his chin toward the storm clouds as he subconsciously rubbed his stomach where he’d been wounded earlier. “Aeron?”
“I see it, demon. Me hackles are up. Vawn!” he shouted. “Kaziel!”
Instantly, his companions materialized by his side, and took up defensive positions as they knew that whenever he called for them in such a manner it usually meant that danger was approaching. Fast. And their appearance like that probably wasn’t the best thing for an afternoon in a crowded tourist town. But they were lucky enough that no one was paying attention to them. Rather they were all focused on the crackling electricity in the air, and seeking shelter from a storm that sounded deadly.
Threatening.
In human form, Kaziel dwarfed Kody. His long, pale blond hair framed a beautiful face that was marked with Celtic symbols for protection. Trained by the lady Shadow herself, the goddess Scáthach, he was the fiercest of the battle cwns ever unleashed in war. And his pale green eyes showed the depth of his skills, and the tragedy that had been his harsh, tragic life.
As part of the infamous Arswyd Gan Drindod— the Terror by a Trinity—that consisted of him, Aeron and Vawn, Kaziel was legendary in Celtic lore.
Likewise, Vawn was ever as ready and eager to battle. But then the Rhyvawn Ddu—dark passionate one—was known for his love of all things deadly. Hence his current curse that had resulted in him being cast into the body of a woman. Because of his unrequited love for her, the sorceress had killed herself, and with her dying breath, had made it so that Vawn would be forced to spend eternity in her body, lamenting the fact that he’d never once paid attention to her. Now, he was forced to walk the earth as a female wraith who warned those about to die of their coming doom.
Tall and thin, with stringy red hair and dark eyes and lips, he was pretty enough as a woman—which irritated him to no end as men constantly came on to him, and he had no interest whatsoever in male attention.
And while Kaziel had an open sun tattooed on his forehead that aligned him to the light Celtic powers, Vawn held the tattoo of a black elongated star between his eyes that marked him firmly as belonging to the darker fey side. Indeed, the sorcerer preferred to play with the deadliest of magick, and had been known in his day to delve into things best left undisturbed. Things such as necromancy and death magick.
Aeron swore loyalty to both sides, and neither. It was what had made the three of them virtually invincible in their time. An unstoppable army of three no one had wanted to face in war.
Kody was glad to have them on her team. Even though they were weakened by curses and binding spells. They were still formidable.
And terrifying.
That lethal combination and their ability to remain calm and amused no matter the threat reminded her of her brothers. It also made her homesick at times.
“So …” Kaziel passed an irritated smirk toward Caleb. “Who’s taking odds on Shadow not finding them swords anytime soon?”
Caleb scoffed. “Oh I’m taking odds on them being found. In my back or gullet, again. Possibly my head. Or another extremely uncomfortable body part. At the worst possible time.”
Aeron snorted. “Have to say I’m in agreement with that, knowing our luck as I do.”
