Angel Eyes (Wildcat Wizard Book 4) by Line Al K

Author:Line, Al K. [Line, Al K.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2017-10-27T04:00:00+00:00

Peekaboo

Ivan and I glanced at each other as the room turned hazy, before it went dark, really dark. Then I was on my own. I knew Ivan was beside me but couldn't see him, couldn't hear his breathing, or my own for that matter, as I figured pretending not to be here was the safest course of action.

Men screamed, the air itself seemed to howl, yet the angel said nothing, made no sound, just did whatever it was doing. Stuff I knew wasn't anything I wanted to be involved in.

The room rocked to the thunder of a gun being fired, then again, and again as men let loose in any direction. The sound was deafening in an enclosed space, but it gave me a chance to peek above the table and take a gander at what was going down.

There was a blur of black, too fast to make it out, and a guy firing wildly, eyes terror-stricken. In a flash, he was consumed by the shadows. He screamed, then fell, and the shape shifted to the next man, and the next, everything stuttering as though reality itself wasn't up to the task of containing this creature.

Bones fired over and over with ruined hands, the muzzle flash highlighting his face. He was sweating badly, his left eye seemed to have developed a tic as he kept scanning the room looking for the assailant.

And he still held the damn box. Although, I think maybe that was because one hand was fused to it.

"Let's go," I whispered to Ivan.

When he didn't answer, I turned, only to find I had been talking to empty space. "You bastard," I said, just very quietly.

Bones' last remaining goon was shouting and screaming in a panic of confusion, and then the angel descended on him, his body disappearing behind a cloud of night that held impossible terrors. All I knew was it was big, and scary, and capable of doing bad things, so I took the opportunity to lunge from my hiding place. So much for it being unable to physically hurt you; it seemed to have overcome that obstacle and then some. Was it because of the magic from Faery? Or was something else at play here? The intent of Bones and his crew allowing it to hurt them? Better to ponder that later.

As the goon went down, Bones fired at the black shape, but it did nothing, as I knew it would. Distracted, I snatched the box from him, along with some of his skin, grabbed the book from the floor, put it in the box, and was out the door faster than Vicky getting a call from the headmaster that her kids had been in trouble at school.

The gantry was a sea of dead men, so I grabbed the railings either side, swung over the bodies, then ran until I slammed open the door to outside. Frigid air hit, cooling the sweat on my face, and I launched over the railing and landed in a

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