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her head, blinking back tears as she struggled to focus. The room was suddenly hot, the floor beneath
her hands going uncomfortably warm. She groaned when she lifted her fingers to the liquid seeping
down her neck, the warm pool soaking into her shirt, and tried to comprehend why there was a
massive, gaping hole where solid bone should have been.
Hands grasped her shoulders and she lifted her head.
Nathan s concerned face came into view, his lips moving, but she couldn t hear anything he said. He
touched the throbbing ache at the back of her skull and his eyes widened in alarm, the pupils erasing
the amber portion of his irises. An unexpected surge of nausea overtook her, causing her to choke,
making the pain in her head so much worse. Her stomach heaved and lurched, the dryness in her
mouth nearly unbearable as her nose filled with the acrid stench of smoke and some other odor she
couldn t define.
Nathan lifted her and she watched the ground sway back and forth. He carried her into the bedroom
and walked past the bed. With a firm kick, he took out the only window on the floor. The dizziness
was worse, the throbbing in her head intensifying. Smoke billowed, carrying through the window, and
as she turned her head she saw flames were engulfing the room.
 Diskant, she whispered but couldn t hear herself. Her ears continued to hum, the only sound she
could perceive the steady, shrilling drone that went on and on and on.
Nathan smoothed a hand over her forehead and his lips moved again, as if he were trying to comfort
her. Keeping her close, he climbed from the window onto a fire escape. She focused on the
interlocking iron, mesmerized by the clouds of steam and smoke that rose to the sky.
A sharp, unexpected burning in her leg caused her to cry out and Nathan whipped around. She
couldn t see anything but knew from his expression that something was wrong, something he hadn t
anticipated. Her stomach barreled into her throat as he leapt from the fire escape to the ground,
keeping her snug against his chest as he landed.
Several of the same men who had approached her and Diskant outside her building blocked the
alleyway, their guns leveled. Nathan didn t move but remained as he was, his arms around her, the
heat from his body considerably less than that coming from the building alongside them. As they all
said something, lips moving in perfect harmony, she felt Nathan brace himself and the world spun as
he turned, shielding her with his body.
She felt each bullet that tore through his back, the accompanying jerks against her too violent to be
anything else. She expected to fall to the ground but as he sank to his knees he kept her in the secure
cradle of his arms. Her head fell back and her gaze rested on the blood forming at the corner of his
mouth. His expression was one of sorrow and regret and she tried to reassure him but discovered that
she was unable to speak, her tongue suddenly heavy and uncoordinated.
An image of Diskant seated on his bike earlier that afternoon, uncertain and hesitant, flashed before
her eyes. She d felt the same thing he had in that moment, that something was about to go horribly
wrong. Blaming it on her raging hormones and newfound feelings, she d forced her intuition aside. It
was a shame that she hadn t listened to her instincts.
Her gut reactions had never steered her wrong.
A shadow appeared, blocking out the light of the moon over Nathan s shoulder. Ava lifted her gaze,
expecting to see the barrel of a gun, only to meet a pair of large, violet-hued eyes. She studied the
beautiful face framed by illuminating white, entranced by the way her blonde hair appeared to glow.
She d seen her before at Liminality, always on her own, seated in the back where no one would
notice her.
Nathan lifted his head and snarled, baring pointed fangs. His breathing was shallow, a steady
bubbling of blood forming at his left nostril. After a moment the angelic face was gone, leaving Ava
to stare at the sky. Her vision began to blur, the outlines of the fire escape becoming hazy.
Nathan tried to speak to her, shaking her forcefully when her lids slid closed.
She knew he was trying to keep her awake but she was so damn tired and her eyes were becoming so
heavy&
As Sadie peered into the face of the dying woman held inside the arms of the shifter who had taken an
array of bullets in the back to protect her, she felt the rage that came with being half-demon stir.
She wasn t sure what had possessed her to stay behind when Trey left, keeping a close watch on the
building where the remaining shifters waited. Something had warned her she d be needed here,
something she couldn t shake. Unfortunately, when she d focused on the lone man entering the bar
there had been no time to warn anyone or to stop what had been set into motion. The blast had
shattered the glass of the building and demolished all of those within a close proximity.
She turned to face the Shepherds standing at the end of the alley. There were four of them, their
weapons now spent.  You re all going to die, she informed them and retrieved the sword at her
back, removing it with a slow, practiced movement.
They went for the weapons strapped to their chests but they weren t fast enough. Vampire movement
was impossible to beat when in the grip of fury.
She took the head of the first one, ensuring he died faster than he deserved. As his face literally
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