Demon Blade by Chris Johnson

Author:Chris Johnson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Craig Ramsey, Brianna Cogan, Australian authors
Publisher: Chris Johnson
Published: 2018-11-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Craig stared in disbelief into Khan's eyes. This had to be a joke. But, no, the blade was real and its sharp steel was icier than a mother-in-law's kiss.

"Jacqueline the Ripper?"

"It pains me, my friend, but I saw the she-bitch leave your home." Khan's eyes roamed down Craig's length. "You're still alive, so I know you're consorting with her. I can't allow that."

Craig's mind calculated the odds. He knew of Khan's expert swordsmanship, and the immortal had enjoyed centuries of practice. Khan could dispatch Craig with a simple flick of the wrist if he made a wrong move. But he had to-

"Hold it right there."

Craig and Khan turned their heads to see Brianna, her hands holding her pistol with a steady relaxed grip.

"Back off nice and easy, sir." Her voice reflected a cool tone. "That is, if you want to keep your head."

Khan ducked, tossing his cape towards Brianna to cover her vision. With a quick twist, he lashed at her with his sword, aiming for her hand, but Craig kicked the side of Khan's knee. The immortal dropped to the ground and rolled away from them, stopping short of landing in prickly rose bushes. By this time, Brianna had removed Khan's cape from her head and gun hand and pointed it at Khan.

Her voice remained calm. "Stop there. No more warnings."

Khan pulled a rose thorn from his finger, from which blood flowed in a crimson stream, and held it for her to see. "Watch, madame." His face was as still as stone. "You will see how serious I am, and your folly."

Craig, ready to strike, focused on Khan. Brianna gasped upon seeing Khan's small wound heal.

Khan raised a mock-interested brow. "If I can heal so quickly from a rose thorn, how quickly do you think I will heal from your bullets?"

Surprise remained in Brianna's voice, but she fought to maintain her composure. "Craig, who -?"

Khan struck like a snake, but Craig punched first, harder and faster, and hit Khan's wrist. The sword fell to the ground with a harmless ringing as it clattered on the cement flagstones. Meanwhile, Khan's free hand caught Craig unawares and tossed him to the side like a limp dishrag. Craig rolled and felt the breeze of Khan's boot missing his face.

Before the immortal realised it, Brianna's fists punched three times in succession. The blows struck with such force that Khan shook his head in a daze. Brianna moved closer, prepared to deliver the final blow, but Khan recovered too fast. He moved with a dancer's precision, appearing behind her with a knife pressing on her throat's soft skin. Khan's other hand gripped Brianna with a millennium's worth of experience as he backed away.

"It's two hundred years since I killed a woman. Don't force me to break my record."

Craig stood ready, calculating. Brianna was an expert fighter herself. They both looked towards each other, calculating each other's next move.

Craig broke the silence. "Khan, I don't understand. Why are you threatening me in my home?"

From the side, someone whistled aloud.

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