Dark Goddess by Amalie Howard

Author:Amalie Howard [Howard, Amalie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781510709980
Publisher: Sky Pony Press
Published: 2018-01-30T05:00:00+00:00

THE DEVIL YOU KNOW

They landed in a heap on Sera’s living room floor, steam pouring off their bodies. Kyle moaned as agony lanced through his torso. He cracked his eyelids just enough to see Nate leaping up from his spot on the sofa, his green eyes going wide and his mouth falling open into a soundless scream. Following his stare, Kyle looked down to where Mordas protruded from his belly.

Holy hell.

His fingers curled into the carpet at his sides as another wave of searing pain nearly made him black out.

When he’d told Sera to use the weapon on him, he hadn’t realized just how much it would hurt. It felt like his entrails were being torn from his body and consumed by fire ants. It hurt to move. It hurt to think. It hurt to freaking breathe.

“Kyle. Kyle, can you hear me?”

Sera’s voice sounded far away. He blinked and concentrated on her, registering the outline of her head before her features came into sharper focus. He tried to respond, but couldn’t even shape the words with his lips. It was taking all his energy to stay conscious. He managed to utter one word: “Yes.”

“Hold on, okay?”

“What happened?” Sophia shouted, racing into the room with Sam at her side.

“We found the pishacha,” Sera explained to her parents. “Or Kyle found it, and trapped it in his body. It was killing him so he . . . he made me stick that thing in him.”

“He trapped a rakshasa with his body,” Sam said, his eyes cutting disbelievingly between them. “And then made you stab him with that sword.”

Kyle wanted to laugh. Even half out of it, he was aware of how ludicrous it sounded.

“Yes,” Sera said. “I think becoming one with the pishacha was the quickest way to find out how they were getting into the Mortal Realm. Kyle took a risk, though I’m not sure it paid off.” She paused, flinching as her gaze centered on the festering wound in Kyle’s stomach. “We need Dev.”

Within seconds, the room exploded into blinding light as Dev, Mara, and Micah appeared. Kyle wanted to joke about Sera’s epic summoning talents, but all that escaped his mouth was a wet, bloody warble. In the background, he could hear her explaining what had happened in Xibalba. Oddly, the presence of the deities lent him some clarity. Or maybe he was becoming numb to the pain spreading like molten lava across his middle.

A familiar person loomed close.

“Heard you trapped a rakshasa with your face,” Micah said as he stooped to examine the wound.

Vaguely, Kyle registered that the Sanrak looked exactly as he had four months ago, when he’d seen him last—like a young choir boy. Kyle’s mouth cracked into a smile as his uncooperative tongue pushed the words from his mouth. “Hardcore . . . Azura . . . Lord.”

“If you say so.” Micah laughed, his nose wrinkling as a shadow of concern passed over his face. He nodded to Dev and Sera, who joined him on the ground.

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