Libra Ascending: An Epic Urban Fantasy Romance (Zodiac Guardians Book 1) by Tamar Sloan (adult books to read .TXT) š
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āKill him!ā Adalind shouts from further down the alley. āThis one weāll keep, but heās not worth the trouble.ā
Tristanās grin returns. āI like that Chardis thinks Iām trouble,ā he growls.
When several more Skins materialize behind the others, Tristan blinks. Itās like he suddenly has triple vision. The Skin he was facing steps back, joining the others as they spread out, forming a semi-circle around him.
Uh. Oh.
This time, they donāt come one at a time. Two leap at him, fists ready, another three already behind them. Tristan gets in a couple of good hits, knocking one Skin to his knees, before the first blow hits him in the solar plexus.
His body wants to double over but Tristan wonāt let it. He throws out a kick, but it misses, and a Skin on his left jabs him in the kidneys. Pain explodes through Tristan as he staggers back, hitting the wall behind him.
Thereās no break from the beating though, because more punches come. They slam his face, his chest, his gut. Within seconds, Tristanās knees give out. He pushes away from the wall, falling onto all fours.
Zariusās words slice through Tristanās mind. Never let them get you down on the ground. Youāre too vulnerable.
Which is exactly how Tristan feels as he watches the boot sailing toward his ribs. He groans as it slams into his side with all the strength the Skin possesses. Tristan curls into himself as pain cannonballs through him. He couldāve used Zarius right now.
As the second kick connects, Tristan wonders if heās going to vomit up his shattered ribs. His suit couldāve come in handy, too.
The third kick comes from behind and Tristan goes from curled to arched on the filthy ground. His insides feel like theyāve been turned into mashed potato.
Brielle screams. Itās the sound of terror.
And Tristanās failure.
He struggles to get up, knowing consciousness wonāt be with him for much longer. Another kick, maybe two, and thereāll be no ribs left to protect his vital organs.
But the next kick doesnāt come. Tristan looks up, pain turning the world blurry. The Skin who was standing over him is gone, sailing through the air and slamming into a trash can.
Alden moves into his field of vision, standing in front of Tristan like the soldier he is. āGet up!ā
Using the wall as support, Tristan straightens, every muscle screaming an objection. Beside him, grunts and thumps tell him Alden is fighting off the Skins. Shaking his head, Tristan knows he has to get it together.
This is the break he needed.
This is what could save Brielle.
Throwing his shoulders back, Tristan stumbles forward. He slams his fist into the nearest Skin, relishing the sound of cartilage crunching. The Skin stumbles backward, blood pouring down his face, giving Tristan the opening he needed.
He steps in beside Alden, instinctively choosing the side with the eye patch. āBrielleās been taken down the end of the alleyway.ā
āWell, then. Weād better get her back,ā Alden mutters, determination hardening his voice.
āI think I might be in love with you, Alden.ā
Thereās no more time to talk as the Skins rush at them. Tristan fights with renewed energy and the first Skin drops quickly. Each punch that gets through his defenses feels like a wrecking ball, but Tristan ignores the pain. He can hurt later.
When theyāve got Brielle to safety.
Alden fights as well as Zarius would, making them a formidable team. Punches are dealt with precision, kicks with force. They slowly make their way down the wall, further into the alley. Closer to Brielle.
But the further they move, the more Skins appear. Tristan feels his burst of energy waning. His fists ache and it hurts to breathe. And judging from the grunts coming from Alden, this is taking its toll on him, too.
As a Skin lands a punch across Tristanās jaw, he realizes something. Chardis sent an army along with Adalind. Thereās no telling how many Skins there could be.
āUse your suit!ā pants Alden.
āI canāt. I donāt know how!ā
Doesnāt Alden realize if he could, heād be all decked out by now?
Alden jumps forward, taking a Skin by surprise. He spins around, his elbow aiming for the next oneās nose. āYou need toāā Alden never has the chance to finish the sentence. He stops mid-spin, facing Tristan as his back arches, his eye widening with shock.
And agony.
Tristan watches, horrified, as crimson blood blooms on Aldenās lips, then trickles over the edge. Heās shoved forward, Adalind materializing behind him.
Holding the bloody knife she just withdrew from Aldenās back.
Tristan catches Alden before he hits the ground, his bruised body crumpling under the weight. Aldenās mouth works as Tristan feels the gush of warm blood on his hands. āHang on. We can heal you.ā
But Aldenās shaking his head. The healing potion isnāt going to help anyone because Tristan wonāt be able to get it. His house might as well be on Gemini I right now. Theyāve lost.
Tristanās blood is about to join Aldenās as it pools on the grimy cement.
Alden lifts a hand only to drop it again. āYou need to holdā¦your stone,ā he wheezes. āThen sayā¦Akash.ā
Akash? What does that even mean?
But thatās the moment that Alden goes limp, his eyes becoming sightless and glassy. Ice floods Tristanās veins. āNo!ā
Adalindās chuckle creeps down his spine. āFinish him.ā
Tristan watches as her feet turn and head back down the alley to where she left Brielle. So she can bring her to Chardis.
Tristan straightens, watching Skins appear all around him, knowing thereās more behind him. He grips the gem hanging around his neck.
This is their last chance. Please let him have heard Alden right. Please donāt let his death have been for nothing.
The tanzanite digs into his palm. He shouts the single word like
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