cue, doubling over to get through the door. They're at least ten feet tall and as wide as a school bus. I've never seen an actual Nephilim outside of my Book of Worlds . I analyze them, thankful they are easier on the eyes than most demons. Being half-human, fallen angels could play a small role in that. They look human, but there is an obvious thread of immortality woven throughout them.
“ Get rid of this mess,” Micah instructs, pointing to Cara's lifeless body.
The giants march over, bending over their dense thighs to scoop her up. Cara is easily lifted, dangling like limp spaghetti. I lower my gaze. The unnatural posture of her body makes my skin crawl. The few good memories we shared flood my mind, but tears remain absent. My utter lack of sorrow surprises even me; but when I’m screwed over on a grand scale, I have a tendency to harden my heart towards the wrongdoer, family or not.
“ Cara’s death won't elicit a response, but I know whose will,” he beams. He turns to the Seekers, snapping his fingers. “Find me Valen,” he demands with a snake-like hiss.
Heat flows under my skin like lava, boiling in my chest. I shift in the prison chair, hoping to displace my sudden fury. Micah turns back to me, smiling like a child.
“Ah, Valen,” he smiles coyly, “your Achilles heel.”
Hearing Valen’s name passing through his repulsive lips angers me more. “I'm going to kill you,” I promise him.
Micah strides over to me, bending down until he's right next to my ear. “I'm going to find him Anna... then I'm going to torture him over and over again while you watch,” he whispers softly, lightly grazing my earlobe with his lip. “I'm going to kill him right in front of you and once I’m finished with him, I am going to kill all of your family and friends—one by one, until you have no one left but me,” he finishes. “You are mine Anna, and nothing you can do will ever change that.”
My jaw tightens and I grind my teeth in anger. I squirm violently, attempting to spell the bindings off me. Rage takes over, blinding me of all rational thoughts. I need to get out of this chair and save Valen—as well as everyone else. The constraints refuse to budge and my magic is still unresponsive. I calm down unwillingly, deciding to conserve my energy. I glower at Micah as he throws his head back, laughing victoriously.
Chapter 8
“I think I might have a reading on her!” Roman proclaims, hustling down the hallway. He bursts into the kitchen, halting at the table packed with eager eyes.
“Wells? Gets to it!” Martello snaps.
“I caught a small blip of her magic echo. She isn’t in Ignis, well, not really,” he states, turning to Landon. “She’s in Louisiana by means of portal travel, so she’s still in the Netherworld dimension, which is to our advantage.”
Landon nods in understanding.
“What does that even mean?” Janie asks, frustrated.
“It means we can rescue her!”
Valen paces the room impatiently. “Okay, let’s go now.”
“Valen, you’re not going. Only Landon is completing the extraction,” Roman points out.
“What are you talking about?” Valen asks through gritted teeth. His golden eyes are twinkling with ferocity.
Roman steps closer to him. “There will be no distractions. Landon is stealthy and can’t risk detection by having any of us trailing along.”
“Are you kidding me Roman! A distraction !? If anything, he needs someone with him! What if he runs into Micah or any of his minions? There’s no way a Shadowalker stands a chance.”
“Your feelings for Ann a will always be a distraction. Not to mention there’s a tiny problem where you’re concerned. She’s still held captive in the Netherworld, so you’ll be useless anyway,” Roman adds in a low voice.
Valen opens his mouth to speak, but shuts it promptly knowing Roman's right. If he's in the Netherworld, he can't shift into his wolf form. He'll end up being more of a
“ Get rid of this mess,” Micah instructs, pointing to Cara's lifeless body.
The giants march over, bending over their dense thighs to scoop her up. Cara is easily lifted, dangling like limp spaghetti. I lower my gaze. The unnatural posture of her body makes my skin crawl. The few good memories we shared flood my mind, but tears remain absent. My utter lack of sorrow surprises even me; but when I’m screwed over on a grand scale, I have a tendency to harden my heart towards the wrongdoer, family or not.
“ Cara’s death won't elicit a response, but I know whose will,” he beams. He turns to the Seekers, snapping his fingers. “Find me Valen,” he demands with a snake-like hiss.
Heat flows under my skin like lava, boiling in my chest. I shift in the prison chair, hoping to displace my sudden fury. Micah turns back to me, smiling like a child.
“Ah, Valen,” he smiles coyly, “your Achilles heel.”
Hearing Valen’s name passing through his repulsive lips angers me more. “I'm going to kill you,” I promise him.
Micah strides over to me, bending down until he's right next to my ear. “I'm going to find him Anna... then I'm going to torture him over and over again while you watch,” he whispers softly, lightly grazing my earlobe with his lip. “I'm going to kill him right in front of you and once I’m finished with him, I am going to kill all of your family and friends—one by one, until you have no one left but me,” he finishes. “You are mine Anna, and nothing you can do will ever change that.”
My jaw tightens and I grind my teeth in anger. I squirm violently, attempting to spell the bindings off me. Rage takes over, blinding me of all rational thoughts. I need to get out of this chair and save Valen—as well as everyone else. The constraints refuse to budge and my magic is still unresponsive. I calm down unwillingly, deciding to conserve my energy. I glower at Micah as he throws his head back, laughing victoriously.
Chapter 8
“I think I might have a reading on her!” Roman proclaims, hustling down the hallway. He bursts into the kitchen, halting at the table packed with eager eyes.
“Wells? Gets to it!” Martello snaps.
“I caught a small blip of her magic echo. She isn’t in Ignis, well, not really,” he states, turning to Landon. “She’s in Louisiana by means of portal travel, so she’s still in the Netherworld dimension, which is to our advantage.”
Landon nods in understanding.
“What does that even mean?” Janie asks, frustrated.
“It means we can rescue her!”
Valen paces the room impatiently. “Okay, let’s go now.”
“Valen, you’re not going. Only Landon is completing the extraction,” Roman points out.
“What are you talking about?” Valen asks through gritted teeth. His golden eyes are twinkling with ferocity.
Roman steps closer to him. “There will be no distractions. Landon is stealthy and can’t risk detection by having any of us trailing along.”
“Are you kidding me Roman! A distraction !? If anything, he needs someone with him! What if he runs into Micah or any of his minions? There’s no way a Shadowalker stands a chance.”
“Your feelings for Ann a will always be a distraction. Not to mention there’s a tiny problem where you’re concerned. She’s still held captive in the Netherworld, so you’ll be useless anyway,” Roman adds in a low voice.
Valen opens his mouth to speak, but shuts it promptly knowing Roman's right. If he's in the Netherworld, he can't shift into his wolf form. He'll end up being more of a
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