Fatal Sight (Harbingers Of Death Book 2) by LeAnn Mason (universal ebook reader txt) 📗

and Torgny were there before she could flee. The pair moved to stand above the maneuvering she-vamp, the warrior bringing the edge of her wide blade to rest across the base of her neck in warning, Torgny cracking his knuckles and neck threateningly from her side.

“Hello to you, too,” Gunhilde smirked in retort to the wench’s first words. “Now, we have some questions for you.”

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With their focus so intent on the vamp in their clutches, when the back door to the club slammed open, they all flinched. Raven took in the scene in a second, quickly assessing the situation. Between heartbeats, she flipped into battle mode and then relaxed, seeing that her team had everything in hand.

She crossed her arms as several pairs of eyes slid her way. Hers dipped to the vamp slumped near her, and she kicked him. “Hush.” She looked up at Aria. “Thought this soprano was your dulcet tones. Came out to investigate when I couldn’t find Cole. And here, I thought I was the one having all the fun tonight.”

The vampire woman beneath Gunhilde’s sword point hissed, which made the raven shifter raise her brows.

“Pretty cliché, don’t you think?”

“That’s what I said,” Aria quipped. “It’s like she learned how to be a vamp from watching too much campy television— I’m so glad to see you,” the banshee blurted, interrupting herself.

The bird shifter raised a brow at the relieved grin stretching her newest teammate’s face. “Careful there, Silver. Open too wide, and a scream might slip free. I didn’t know you’d gotten so hooked on me. Listen, I’m flattered, but I’m a free bird.”

Raven kicked the vamp lying at Aria’s feet again. He’d gone quiet… but a little too quiet. His head lolled, and blood oozed from the hilt rammed into his eye socket. “Guess we can’t interrogate that one. Nice going, Silver.”

Aria caught the sarcasm and opened her mouth to retort, but Seke cut in.

“Where have you been?” The captain rose smoothly to his feet, dusting off his outfit.

“Vamp hunting. As instructed.” Raven shrugged.

Her dark gaze landed on Cole’s and held as he shifted back to human. They remained vibrant red, indicating that he was maintaining his human form only barely. Blood dripped down his chin.

“Looks like you picked the right club.”

“Is that a hickey on your neck?” As expected, his question was roughened with the throaty growl of a tensely restrained hellhound.

“Like I said, I was vamp hunting.” She slid a few fingers over the bruise on her neck everyone was now eying. “Turned out he was just a regular flesh sucker. Human. But a pretty good kisser.” Raven winked. “But enough about me. Where’s Ember?” She pulled a tiny shoe from her back pocket. “I found this on the ground when I was wandering the club, looking for Cole. Did she pull a Cinderella?”

“Shit.” Aria strode over, followed a little too closely by Seke. Cole took only two strides to cross the space. Torgny and Gunhilde remained where they were, pinning the she-vamp.

“What?” Raven asked, her smirk floundering as she torqued her neck, snapping her shrewd gaze from supe to supe.

“My vision was right,” Aria breathed. She and Seke exchanged a look. “Which means these two bloodsuckers...”

“...were here for Raven and Cole,” the god finished. He nodded.

“What?” Raven repeated, brows flying up toward her onyx tresses. “The vamps were looking for us?” She emphasized the last word in shock. “Well, if we’d known that, we could’ve just sat and had a few more drinks until they came to us.”

“I had a vision that somehow they got word of three supes looking for them in the clubs of Miami,” Aria said. “Someone must have overheard you. They got Ember.” The last was squeaked out with a strained tone.

Raven’s lip curled as her fist hit her palm. “Damn it. I bet Ember was right about that first guy.”

Cole growled in what could only be presumed as agreement. Words seemed beyond him in his current half-hound state.

“Where did they take her?” Raven asked, shaking out her arms. “Let’s go get her back.”

Aria’s silver hair slid over her shoulders as she shook her head. “She’s with my mom... wherever that is.”

Raven’s head cocked as she pinned one eye on the Norse pair behind her team. “Well, good thing we’ve got one left to ask. And they came to find us. It’s like a gift.” She cracked her knuckles. “One I’ll love ripping open to find out what’s inside.”

The vamp hissed again.

“Is that all you can do?” Raven asked seriously, but something else behind her team caught her eye. The ghostly shape of a man was rising, leaving Gunhilde and Torgny visible through his translucent frame. He was snarling angrily at Aria’s back. “Looks like it’s all he can do, too.”

The three supes turned to see what Raven had indicated.

“You must reap him quickly,” Gunhilde said through her teeth. The woman below her was beginning to thrash and twist, realizing that her partner must be in a pickle. She couldn’t see the soul detaching, but it was easy enough to infer from the Harbingers speak. “Before his soul resorbs and he revives again.”

“With pleasure,” Seke said, sounding as dark as the shadows he controlled. In the blink of an eye, he’d shifted into his massive hawk form, a red glow brightening the dark alley. He flapped his wings once and shot forward, swallowing the soul in one gulp. The pair vanished as the god escorted the man across the veil.

“Agh!” With the combination of the distraction and the she-vamp’s panic that the same fate would befall her, she managed to dislodge Gunhilde’s foot from her chest and from under the blade. The sword was almost too large a weapon for the small space the alley gave them, and before the valkyrie could swing it around, the vampire was scurrying down the alley.

“Don’t let her get away!” Torgny said. He was too large to sneak down the alley after the fleeing vampire. If he shifted,