Page 35 of No One’s Daughter

I followed their gazes just as the sound of something came from above us.

They both stilled further, and their expressions fell blank.

Their reaction sent a shiver through me, and it was clear this was an unexpected development.

We all fell silent, carefully listening as a cluster of loud footsteps moved on the roof. None of us moved so much as an inch. Eve looked to Davien in concern and what I swore was a hint of fear.

Then, before I knew what to think there was a loud bang.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Ailsa

SHARDS OF GLASS splintered through the air in what felt like slow motion, the kitchen skylight exploded as men dressed head to toe in black with their faces covered dropped down from the roof. No human would have casually jumped from the roof and been fine, so we were obviously dealing with supernaturals.

​Fucking great.

I stood frozen—probably gawking, because honestly… what the fuck? Until my senses kicked in and reminded me that the newcomers were probably after me, and my life was therefore most likely in danger.

​Davien’s tall frame pushed up against mine as he put his body in front of me like a shield, dragging me down.

​I couldn’t think.

​Couldn't process.

Davien swore under his breath, his movements efficient and controlled, even in the chaos. He threw the kitchen table on its side as he pulled me down and under the line of fire before I’d even registered that guns had been drawn.

Everything blurred—the crash of dishes, the sharp crack of shots, the violent ringing in my ears as my heart slammed against my ribs, climbing higher, and higher, until I could feel it pounding in the back of my head.

Davien’s teeth caught the leather bracelet at his wrist, tearing it free with a quick, brutal motion before spitting it onto the floor.

My wrist was pulled harshly as Davien pulled his weapon from its holster. I hadn’t even realised he’d been carrying it.

Actually I’d never seen a gun up close.

“They fucking tracked me,” he grit out like it was supposed to mean something to me.

“Who tracked you? I gasped. “Why?” Panic clawed up my throat.

What the hell had he gotten me involved in?

More shots rang out, splintering wood, and shattering what little faith I had in the table. I had no idea how many of them there were, no idea what I was supposed to do. My entire experience with anything remotely like this began and ended with films.

I tried to cover my ears, the noise unbearable now, my senses still too new, too raw, but the chain between Davien and me made even that difficult.

Another loud bang.

Louder.

Closer.

This time from behind us.

“Fuck,” Davien muttered. “Eve—”

“Already on it,” she said, her voice cutting through everything, her hands raised, doing what I could only describe as spell weaving? Sparks like little lights danced on her fingertips, and I was definitely gawking now because I’d never seen anything like this.

Magic was real.