Libra Ascending: An Epic Urban Fantasy Romance (Zodiac Guardians Book 1) by Tamar Sloan (adult books to read .TXT) š
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āSpell?ā Does Marie actually think Brielleās a witch?
Marie leans forward, her lip quivering. āYou did something to me yesterday, when you told me to tell Sister Agatha about the wine. Ever since then, I canāt think about anything else. I couldnāt sleep at all last night. I keep reliving that night, and all I can see when I close my eyes are the things Sister Agatha will do when she finds out. She would ground me, make it so I can never leave. She might even black ball me from getting adopted, like she did you.ā
Brielle puts her hands up in a calming gesture. āMarie, itās really not that big of a deal. I mean, yeah, you shouldnāt have snuck your boyfriend into the church, but Sister Agatha wouldnāt interfere with your adoption chances as punishment. I bet sheāll even go easier on you if you just tell her how bad you feel about it.ā
The vulnerability Marie had briefly displayed vanishes, and she stomps her foot and clenches her fists. āI didnāt feel this way until you used your magic on me. Youāre making me obsess about it until it drives me insane!ā Her eyes mist over and she looks like sheās on the brink of crying.
āYou canāt honestly thinkāā
Marie points her index finger at Brielleās face. āDonāt! Just make it stop, or I swear Iāll find a way to prove youāre doing this and make sure you can never do it to anyone else!ā She spins around and storms out.
Brielle stands motionless, staring down at the table she hasnāt finished setting. Marie is crazy, right? How can she accuse Brielle of putting some kind of hex on her? Itās not her fault that Marieās obsessing about something she did that she clearly regrets doing. And now Marie is threatening to interfere with Brielleās plans.
Just keep your head down, Brielle. Tread lightly. Stay out of everyoneās business and youāll get through this.
But even as Brielle shakes her head and continues placing forks and knives on napkins, she canāt help but feel guilty.
It seems guilt is a tricky business, even when you know youāre innocent.
9
Tristan
āShow yourself, you bastards,ā growls Tristan, taking a few steps further into the center of the parking lot.
Skins stay invisible till the last moment, knowing if someone is seen fighting off non-existent opponents it would raise too much attention.
But that doesnāt mean they donāt make the most of their advantage.
Tristan holds still, slowing his breathing. He simultaneously loosens his joints and locks his muscles. Theyāll get close before they reveal themselves.
But thereās a reason heās meeting them out here in the open. The parking lot is layered with gravel. They wonāt be able to approach him silently.
Thereās a scrape to his left. A crunch behind. Two always come from the front. Thatās at least four.
Adrenaline floods Tristan as he spreads his legs, finding his center of gravity.
The blow he was expecting still slams through him like a hammer. His head snaps to the side, the punch landing him squarely in the jaw. Tristan absorbs the pain and the punch, gritting his teeth. A trickle of blood oozes from his lip.
Now he knows where the first one is.
His arm whips out, dealing a punch of his own. Thereās an oomph and a man materializes before him, two more taking shape. There will be another behind him.
A leg flies out and Tristan ducks, his own foot shooting out to sweep the Skin he just punched. As the man crashes to the ground, Tristan leaps up, throwing all his strength into the uppercut that smashes into the next Skinās jaw. The man launches into the air, arcing backward before slamming into the ground.
āThatās two down,ā Tristan growls.
The Skin on his right roars, his eyes black with fury. He leaps at Tristan, his fists at the ready.
As heās about to connect with Tristanās chest, Tristan grasps his meaty fist and jerks. The manās launched forward and Tristan kicks his back so he spears into the hard ground.
āThatās three,ā Tristan pants, wiping the blood from the edge of his mouth.
He expects the man when he grabs him from behind, letting him yank his arms back. The Skinās hands are like hot steel, the power of Chardis flowing through him. Tristanās tendons scream as theyāre stretched, but he waits.
The Skin will never see the flip coming. A twist and leap, using the man like a fulcrum, and Tristan will have the upper hand again.
Except Tristan doesnāt register the blow to his solar plexus coming. He goes to double over except the Skin behind him holds him up. It leaves Tristan open and vulnerable when then next one slams into him, wrenching out a groan. And the next.
And the next.
Pitch. Thereās a fifth guy. And heās figured he could stay invisible while his four friends were making a ruckus.
The final Skin appears, his broad face twisted with a grin. āSurprise,ā he sneers.
The next punch slams into Tristanās face, and it feels like it hammers his brain. For a brief moment, pinpoints of pain dance before him. He lets himself sag, wincing when the Skin holding him jerks him upright.
The Skin who pummeled Tristan steps forward and grips his chin. Leaning in, he shoves his face close. āHow many are there?ā
āTechnically thirteen seeing as there are two Geminis,ā Tristan drawls out, every word tasting like blood.
The crack across his face doesnāt surprise Tristan, but it still stings. He grins, knowing the blow was driven by frustration.
āHow many Zodiacs are here?ā the Skin shouts.
Tristan allows himself two panting breaths. Two shallow gulps of oxygen, hoping itās enough for his battered body to do what needs to be done next.
āJust me.ā Tristan winks. āUnless you have some royal blood no one knows about.ā
The Skin steps back, glancing over Tristanās shoulder. āOnce weāre finished with him weāll bring his sorry ass in. Chardis will know how to get the answers we need.ā
The gap is all Tristan needs.
He pushes up
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