Hell to Pay: Book Two of the Harvesters Series by Luke R. Mitchell

Author:Luke R. Mitchell [Mitchell, Luke R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2017-06-20T18:30:00+00:00

Jarek wasn’t used to feeling powerless. In fact, he’d pretty much ordered his life around never being in positions where he truly was. But when an until-then eerily still and silent Rachel had pulled a ghost act and blanched like a turnip, that’s exactly how Jarek felt.

He whirled on Haldin and saw that the Enochian was likewise looking like he’d just sprinted a mile through hot desert.

“You might want to be ready to catch her,” came Alton’s voice from the console holo behind.

Jarek glanced between the two, utterly unsure what was happening, whether he should or could help Rachel. “I thought he was just showing her a memory.”

“They’re quite strong memories,” Alton said.

Jarek was about to ask what the hell that was supposed to mean when Rachel’s knees gave out.

He darted down to catch her and hauled her up in his arms. Her forehead was brimming with sweat, and Fela’s sensors told him there was plenty more of the cold stuff plastering her shirt to her back and his arms. Light shivers trembled through her, but other than that, she made no sounds or movements.

Alaric was eyeing Haldin like he was trying to decide whether to kick him or be ready to catch him when the Enochian came to with a shudder.

In Jarek’s arms, Rachel did the same.

“Rache . . .” He searched her face for any signs of panic or danger.

Mostly, she just looked rattled and disoriented.

“I’m good,” she croaked. “We’re good.”

She reached toward the copilot’s chair.

Jarek swiveled the chair around and set her gently down. “I take it you saw them?”

Haldin plopped down on the bench across from Johnny’s. “We saw them.”

“You’re both okay?” Elise asked.

“Still mentally intact,” Haldin confirmed.

“Just awesome,” Rachel added. She snapped to and focused on Jarek. “They have a goddamn dragon.”

“A . . . What? You’re talking like Komodo, right?”

She shook her head, her expression grave and not the least bit joking.

“Bullshit,” Alaric said.

“You showed her the World Ender?” Alton asked.

Haldin nodded, his expression equally grave, and the first cold tendrils of fear crept through Jarek’s skepticism. “Holy crap. You guys aren’t kidding, are you? How big are we talking?”

“Big,” Rachel said. “He cut through an army of—well, I guess I’ll just call them frost giants—like they were papier-mâché pygmies.”

What in the everliving hell had Haldin showed her in there? Much as the idea of sharing head space freaked Jarek out, he wished he could have seen.

“A plus on the visual descriptions there, Goldilocks. And we’ve got a dozen of these freaking space dragons coming for us?”

“Only the one,” Haldin said. “The rest of the twelve have chosen their own forms over the millennia.”

“Nevertheless, you begin to see now how dire our situation is,” Alton said—a statement, not a question.

Rachel nodded.

“So what the hell are we gonna do about these things if they’re as bad as you all say?” Alaric said, still leaning by the doorway.

“We’re gonna fight,” Haldin said. “If it’s too late to make sure they never come here in the first place, we’re gonna fight the things that give the raknoth nightmares, and we’re gonna win.

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