Excerpt from Demon Kissed
The enemy wasn't in any hurry. They moved slowly, and she assumed
it was because they wanted to be thorough, to make sure they didn't
miss her. Only training prevented her gasp when they came into view.
There were three—not two—and none of them were the males she'd fought
earlier.
How many demons were after her?
As she watched, they checked behind every pile, every pallet,
anywhere she could hide. They'd find her.
Running wouldn't work. If she moved, they'd hear. At the very least,
they'd see her. There was too much open space between her and the exit,
and the dark couldn't hide her from a demon's eyes.
Bree held her breath as they neared.
"She's ours."
Her head snapped toward the voice. Her original attackers had
arrived. The three who'd been searching turned and walked to meet the
duo in the middle of the floor. "The prize belongs to whoever can
capture it. That's not you."
"You'll not swoop in and profit from our work. We fought her. We
weakened her. We have claim," one of the duo said.
Her heart stuttered. Could she get lucky enough that the two groups
would fight? If they inflicted enough damage on each other, she might
make it out of this alive yet.
The demons argued. Their voices grew louder, angrier, and their
postures became more belligerent. It shouldn't be much—
One of the pair flung himself across the gap and went after the leader
of the trio. For a moment, she watched, but they were focused only on
each other. Now was the time to get out of here.
Before she could do more than shift her weight, she felt arms wrap
around her, imprisoning her against a muscular male form. His hand
covered her mouth. For an instant, her body betrayed her and Bree nearly
leaned into the man. Nearly surrendered.
Never!
She began to struggle, but he tightened his hold, forcing her to be
still. His lips were against her ear, and voice barely a whisper, her
captor said, "Hush, I'm here to help you."
Andras. As relief overwhelmed her, Bree sagged against his chest, but
only for an instant. They weren't safe, and if she acted like some
helpless idiot, she might get him killed right along with her. She
firmed her knees and regained her poise.
His embrace eased and Bree turned in his arms, her breasts pressed
against his chest. She couldn't stop the shudder of awareness that
coursed through her, and despite the danger, she allowed herself a few
seconds to drink in the sight of him.
His dark brown hair waved gently and it appeared as if he'd
impatiently pushed it off his face. His chin was square, firm; he had
high cheekbones and full lips that she wished she could kiss. Like her,
he was wearing jeans and a black leather jacket, but his white T-shirt
glowed like neon in the moonlight.
Bree almost reached for the zipper of his coat, wanting to make sure
the shirt didn't give his position away, wanting him to remain safe and
hidden.
Hidden. Andras might be a demon slayer like she was, but it was
unlikely that he had the ability to conceal his energy. Few did. That
meant they had to get out of here before the demons read his presence.
But how had he found her?
A demon went sailing, landing on the ground about ten yards away from
where they stood. If he looked to his left... But he didn't. The dust
hadn't even settled before he leaped to his feet and charged back into
the fray.
"We need to leave while they're busy," she whispered. "Come on."
But when she tried to move, Andras locked his arms around her again,
stopping her.
"Wha—"
"Not now."
"But those demons—"
"Aren't the problem. Be quiet."
She scowled. Did he think that his Y chromosome gave him insight into
the situation that she didn't have? She was the one who'd battled two of
these males and she probably had as much experience at demon slaying as
he did. Bree started to push away from him, but her shoulder twinged and
she bit back a groan.
Before she could make a second attempt to get free, motion caught her
eye. Another demon strolled toward the fray. She hadn't realized he was
there.
He paused to watch the fight for a moment before resuming his
progress toward the combatants. Something about him, about his lack of
concern over the others, made her tense.
In a glance, she pegged him at a couple of inches over six feet—tall,
but not quite as tall as Andras. His blond hair gleamed in the moonlight
and the ends brushed the shoulders of his black turtleneck. His chest
was broad, his movements graceful. With his elegant demeanor, he should
have been a vampire. Hell, Bree would have preferred a vampire.
One of the fighters caught sight of the newcomer and froze. As his
motionlessness registered, the other males stopped and followed his
stare. And went as still as the first.
This was so not good.
Her gaze turned to Andras. The grimness of his expression made a lump
lodge in her throat. Months ago, she'd watched him take down a demon
powerful enough that she would have thought twice before engaging, and
if he was concerned now, there was good cause. Her hand clenched around
her dagger.
"Gentlemen," the demon drawled. He had a slight accent that she
thought might be Russian. "You can leave now, thank you."
Nobody moved.
The blond male smiled and it was so cold, Bree's heart began racing.
"Not a wise decision. You've no hope of overcoming me."
"Five against one," the leader of the trio said. The other four
shifted positions, aligning themselves on either side of him to show
unity.
"So be it." With a flick of a hand, the newcomer sent out ropes of
fire from his fingertips. They hit the leader square in the chest, but
the male didn't go down.
All five demons simultaneously fired at their adversary.
"Move. Quietly," Andras whispered, and grabbing her hand, led her
through the shadows near the wall.
Bree squelched the urge to look over her shoulder to see what was
happening. With the debris on the floor, she needed to watch her step or
risk tripping over something, and any noise would bring six demons down
on their heads.
A high-pitched scream made her swallow hard—some instinct told her it
was a member of the gang. How powerful was the blond demon? A second cry
echoed through the warehouse and Andras picked up the pace.
They were about halfway to the exit when they startled a rat. In its
panic, it grazed a rubble heap and dislodged a piece of wood. A small
board clattered as it hit concrete. Loudly.
Andras moved just short of a run now, but the demons would have heard
the sound even in the middle of a fight.
He stopped abruptly and Bree plowed into his back. Stomach sinking,
she went up on her toes to peer over his shoulder. Everything inside her
froze. The blond male blocked their path.
Bree tried to stand next to Andras—she'd fight with him—but he
shifted, keeping her squarely behind his body.
"Step aside," the demon ordered. "She's my kill."
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This excerpt is from Demon Kissed
by Patti O'Shea
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Copyright 2010
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