Lethal Blow: (Succubus Hitwoman Book 2) by Eliza Hendrix (best motivational books to read TXT) 📗

He looks… frozen.

I frown at him, waiting for his expression to change, but it doesn’t.

“Um, Alexis,” Ace says.

Slowly, I turn around to find people frozen in place throughout the bank.

“What the fuck…” Drax breathes.

I turn back to face Clock Dragon, my index finger hovering inches away from his face. Maybe if I poke him, he’ll move. But before I can do that, his skin turns blue and breaks apart into what appear to be illuminated shards of glass.

An overpowering swooshing sound spreads throughout the bank. Around us, people break apart into bright bits.

“What the hell is going on?” I say.

The speckles of light swirl upward, and as they slip through the overhead ceiling, bodies disappear entirely, leaving a few people to wander about as confused as I am.

And by people, I mean shadow dwellers.

“No fucking way,” I say.

Ace steps forward, his gaze scanning the almost empty bank. “I can’t believe it. They pulled off the Interruptus spell.”

Drax looks both terrified and excited. “What does that mean? No more humans? Freedom for us? Or, wait a minute. My dealer’s human. Shit.” He paces, his heavy footsteps resonating off the bank’s marble walls. “And what about the internet? I mean, I know a few Gorton demons that work in the industry, but everyone knows that feebles manage all of that. This isn’t good. This is definitely not good.” His pacing quickens, and the moment he’s arm’s length away from me, I slap him across the face.

His face goes blank.

“Would you snap out of it and calm?” I say. “Freaking out won’t fix any of this.”

“Then tell me, genius, what are we supposed to do?”

Ace cuts in. “From what I’m told, an Interruptus spell can’t last more than twenty-four hours. And for the council to cast a spell of that magnitude means they’re preparing for war.”

Drax’s big reptilian eyes dart from me to Ace.

“We need to find Rachel,” I say. “Hopefully she’ll have found Zerachu by now.”

A young woman with green skin and pink wings races across the bank, her lanky legs scissoring as her backpack bounces up and down, dropping spell books, a wand, and a pouch of dust.

Ignoring her, I add, “The council is prepared to go to war with the vampires, but if the vampires didn’t do this, it means we’re fighting the wrong bad guy. Whoever did this wants both sides to suffer. If we don’t do something about it, shadow dwellers will start killing each other for nothing, and millions of people will die.”

Ace, looking as calm as always, crosses his arms, his leather jacket squeaking. “What do you suggest?”

Although my heart and mind are at war with each other over my racing thoughts, I know what I need to do even though it’s the last thing I want to do. “First, we deliver my bike to the Krim demon and save Drax’s ass. Then, we need to get the vampires and the fae to join forces.”

There’s a long pause, almost as if we’re waiting for some intense theme music to kick in… the kind of music you’d hear at the end of a television series’ season finale.

But nothing happens.

Instead, Drax gives me a look that makes me question my sanity.

“What?” I say.

“You make it sound like getting enemies to team up is as easy as cracking a nut.”

Ace’s eyebrow pulls up. “Cracking a nut isn’t—”

Drax waves a scaly hand to shut him up.

I get where Drax is going with this. It won’t be easy. I’m not an idiot. Vampires and fae have been at war for ages. But if Clock Dragon was telling the truth, then whoever caused all of this is trying to worsen the conflict, which means shadow dwellers are going to kill each other for nothing.

I have no clue how I’m going to go about uniting the different clans—all I know is that we need to try. It’ll get messy, but if we don’t do this, things will get even messier.

I stare at my friends, telepathically asking them if they’re ready to fight for this cause.

They seem to understand—Drax crosses his thick green arms and nods. Ace stiffens his stance.

We can do this.

I’m shocked by my thoughts. We has never been part of my vocabulary. I’ve always been a lone wolf type of girl. But I know it’s time I put that behind me. If we hope to save the world—wow, I’m on a roll with this heroic stuff—we need to work together.

The mission itself might sound suicidal, but I like to think we have good odds thanks to our kick-ass team. I have two trustworthy friends willing to fight by my side, a witch with the potential to be as powerful as Zerachu, and, well… me—a demigod.

There’s no stopping us.

For the first time in years, I have no desire to chug back a few beers to calm my nerves. Am I worried? A bit. But something inside me says that if we work together, we can do this.

I elevate my chin, offer my boys a sly smile, and plant my hands on my hips like Supergirl.

“Come on,” I say, jerking my head sideways. “Let’s stir some shit up.”

Fatal Blow - Sample

(Book 3 of the Succubus Hitwoman series)

Prologue

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He stares into me, his blazing blue eyes resembling shards of glass. When I don’t look away, he pushes the tip of his medieval sword into my throat. His grip tightens and his forearm muscles harden. “You have some nerve showing up here, Alexis.”

Rapid footsteps echo behind me, but they stop the moment my attacker’s eyes roll up.

Lowering his head, he glares at Ace and Drax and a villainous smile stretches his face. “One more step and your