Darkest Before Dawn: A Muse Urban Fantasy (The Veil Series Book 3) by DaCosta Pippa

Author:DaCosta, Pippa [DaCosta, Pippa]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2014-10-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

I woke in Akil’s bed, thankfully alone. He’d found some clothes I must have left behind years ago —boot-cut, low-rise jeans and loose V-neck sweater—and left them out for me. The clothes were a tight fit. I’d gained some muscle in recent months. The fact he’d kept the clothes at all disturbed me on a level I didn’t dare think about. I had a long list of things that were best not to dwell on. Losing control, failing Dawn, eyeing up Mammon for violent and bloody demon sex, breaking Akil’s nose, and how I wanted to rip Adam’s spine from his flesh and beat him with it.

I ditched my trashed clothes from the night before—retrieving Ryder’s cellphone and my sidearm—showered, helped myself to breakfast, and found a note left on the kitchen counter. Akil had handwriting you’d expect to find in an antique tome, consisting of elaborate flourishes that seemingly flowed into one another with no room to breathe. I eventually deciphered his archaic patterns. He’d written “be discreet” and “keep control.” Beside the note, he’d folded The Boston Globe newspaper. A surprisingly sharp image of Stefan and me flexing our demon muscles adorned the front page. The headline read: Demons Slaughter Enforcers.

I headed home, my head filled with uncertainties and the residue of emotional fallout. Levi would come for me. Of that I was certain. My father unfortunately hadn’t forgotten about me. Plus, I’d broken out of Levi’s cage. He wasn’t finished with me either. Dawn was, in all likelihood, with my psycho-brother, and I didn’t know enough about Val to go after her. Even if I could find him, I wasn’t strong enough to avoid his sex-on-legs mojo. If he tried that shit on Dawn, I’d go nuclear on his immortal ass. I could drain the fire from him. And technically, he wasn’t permitted to kill me. Still, I needed a plan before I went charging after Val.

What do you do when you’re swimming with sharks? You make sure you’re the biggest, most badass thing in the pool. I was already a primetime topic—even made the front page. A demon celebrity for all the wrong reasons. Could I use that? Should I encourage it?

Arriving outside my apartment, I noticed the door was ajar and instinctively reached for my gun. Val? No, he couldn’t enter without an invitation. Akil? He wouldn’t bother with traditional means of entry, not now he had his own personal invite. He was more likely to appear while I was in the shower.

I gave the door a shove. It creaked open and revealed Stefan draped in my couch, boots propped up on the coffee table, and Jonesy curled in his lap, belly up, receiving tickles under the chin.

An unexpected surge of joy tugged a smile across my face. Then I remembered the circumstances surrounding our last meeting, and my smile died. I slammed the door closed and holstered my weapon. “Are you insane? They’ll be watching my place.”

“Well.” He sighed, and lifted the pliable Jonesy off his lap, “I wasn’t about to interrupt your sleep-over at Akil’s.

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