I Married the Third Horseman (Paranormal Romance and Divorce) by Angel Michael

Author:Angel, Michael
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: romance, love, paranormal romance, fantasy, divorce, romantic fantasy, sorceress, four horsemen, pandoras box, apocalpyse, love gone wrong
Publisher: Banty Hen Publishing

Chapter Twenty-Two

The shriek made me flinch.

And the damned compact tumbled out of my hands. A clatter as it hit the bathroom floor. No sound of breaking glass, though.

I stayed crouched where I was. Eyes held tightly shut. I listened to my breath whistling out of my nostrils and my heart whamming in my ears for a bit.

Worst soundtrack ever, let me tell you.

I pictured the bright yellow Post-It that had been on the compact. Kept repeating it to myself as I got to my feet, moving at a pace that I think a glacier might have envied.

“One use only,” I recited. “One use only. Can’t hurt anyone anymore.”

I opened my eyes. The bathroom looked just the same. The compact lay at my feet, mirror open, undamaged, and completely ordinary looking.

Then I turned around. Let out a gasp.

Let’s just say that Rodin would’ve been impressed with the quality of statues that we moderns were putting out.

Raphael stood in the bathroom doorway, his gray flesh and red armor turned to a fine grade of blue-veined marble. He had one arm held high over his head, as if drawing back in shock or surprise. And the dismayed expression on his face simply underlined those emotions.

I had just stopped War in his tracks. Pretty sweet, if you ask me.

Yeah, pardon the pun, therapy buddy, but I just rocked his world.

I shouldn’t have jinxed myself right then and there, but I did.

Just as I smiled a self-congratulatory grin, a POP! echoed in the confined of the bathroom.

A hairline crack appeared over Raphael’s left eyebrow. A horrifying wriggle of flesh. A crackle, not unlike the unwrapping of the toaster pastry. A flake of white marble the size of my pinkie nail tumbled to the floor.

Another POP!, and a second flake fell from the man’s upraised arm.

A feeling close to despair washed over me. If hitting a guy with Medusa’s last friggin’ glare didn’t stop him in his tracks, then it wasn’t exactly wise to hang around and gloat.

And from the looks of it, I didn’t have much time.

I grabbed the last item that I’d gotten from Circe, the silver tube, and squeezed past Raphael’s bulk. A quick glance out the window confirmed that Raphael’s demonic henchmen were still dutifully on guard. No easy way out there.

A louder, more sustained crunch came from the bathroom door. Like something flexing its muscles, trying to shed a thick layer of stone. My mouth went bone dry as I listened. I had even less time than I originally thought.

I shoved the parchment holder into a jacket pocket. Yes, it was metal, but it was only five inches long. Maybe I could use it to deck one of the demons out there. You know, if I could get him to bend down in front of me.

In a near-panic, I grabbed my suitcase, tossed it on the bed, and threw it open. Clothes and toiletries spilled out in a heap. I grabbed a small pair of scissors I had in my nail kit, considered, and threw it aside.

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