Guardians of the Assassins (An Academy of Assassins Novel Book 6) by Stacey Brutger

Author:Stacey Brutger [Brutger, Stacey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-04-29T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINETEEN

With a knot of dread tightening her gut, Morgan pushed open the door to the study, Atlas hovering protectively behind her, like he expected her to be snatched out of thin air.

She took a step forward and stopped dead, wincing at the destruction.

Atlas nearly plowed into her, only his fast reflexes saving them from toppling into the room, then he gave a near silent whistle as he observed the damage.

The devastation was worse than she could have imagined.

The room was destroyed, stuffing from the couch still floating in the air. Her mates, including Caedmon, stood against the bookshelves, their eyes wide as they watched the chaos. Draven even had an awed expression on his face, like he was impressed at the sheer destructive capabilities.

Loki, his tail lashing, eyes narrowed with a single-minded focus on his prey, was perched on the desk. Deep gouges marred the wooden surface. The desk canted precariously under the hound’s weight, somehow having lost two of its legs. The curtains were half torn down from the windows, the rods bent like they were deformed pretzels, while the rug on the floor was scattered everywhere like demented puzzle pieces gone wrong.

If she squinted hard, she’d swear the ceiling was dripping black sludge. Scorch marks riddled the room like tiny bombs had gone off, some of the spots still smoking. There was hardly a foot of space that hadn’t been hit.

Morgan placed her hands on her hips as she surveyed the room. When her gaze landed on Shade, she had to bite her lip to contain her laughter. She must not have done a good enough job, if the nasty glare he shot her way was any indication.

“Not amused,” he spat through gritted teeth, his glare venomous, but he didn’t dare take his attention away from Loki. Void magic swirled in his hands like black orb, ready for him to lob it in attack.

Too bad Loki was immune to magic. It was like tossing a water balloon at a small truck—it didn’t even faze the beast. They were lucky that the house was even still standing.

“Call off your mutt,” Shade hissed.

As if his voice was a trigger, Loki hunkered down, his ass in the air, wiggling it back and forth, seconds away from pouncing.

Then she sighed.

As amusing as it would be to see Shade get his ass handed to him, now was not the time. She stepped into the room, coming to a stop between the two of them. Loki stretched his neck out, so as not to lose sight of his target, and she just shook her head. “Sorry, boy. Next time.”

Loki narrowed his eyes, a wicked glint in his gaze, the sneaky beast no doubt trying to gauge if he could get away with going around her. She reached out, scratched him behind his ear, and shook her head. “Sorry, big guy. How about we go for a run later, and you can play with the metal wolves?”

His eyebrows wiggled as he contemplated her offer,

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