The Azar Omnibus: The Complete Azar Trilogy (The Azar Trilogy Book 0) by McGinty Grace

Author:McGinty, Grace [McGinty, Grace]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-02-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

The wave of nauseating fear hit Azar as soon as she stepped into the foyer of Bast’s apartment building. Wave after wave of terror inducing anger poured down through the solid concrete floors. She heard a whimper from the corner of the foyer and found Oliver huddled in on himself. It took every ounce of her self-control and training not to huddle right there next to him. She sprinted over, visually checking him for any injury.

"Oliver, are you okay?" She knelt on the floor in front of him, and caught his shaking shoulders. He gave a barely imperceptible nod.

"This is as close as I can get. The humans all left in droves. Even with my natural resistance, the fear is crawling beneath my skin like bugs." He scratched at the skin on his arm, and Azar noticed it was getting a little furry. Oliver needed to leave, right now, before he shifted in public. Although all the humans had left, it wasn't a risk she wanted to take. She helped him to his feet and led him towards the doors.

"Go back to The Onyx, get Jerry over here. Donovan might need a quick getaway." She cast a furtive glance in Killian's direction. Oliver nodded hazily and staggered out the front door.

Killian was standing in an empty elevator, one arm holding the sliding doors open. She straightened her shoulders and stepped in. She punched the number for Bast's floor, and the level of soul crushing tension rose with the floor number on the LCD panel. The elevator music was a stark contrast to the suffocating terror. It felt like a really bad horror movie; the music would stop, and she'd step out into the hallway and an ax-wielding madman would chop off her head, much to the gruesome horror of the teenage cinema audience.

By the time she got to Bast’s floor, she could hardly keep from retching up her dinner. Aside from a slight tension in his jaw, you wouldn’t know there was a psychological war being waged a few feet away by the expression on Killian's face. He looked like he was here for a dinner party. She could hear the shouting now, in the old tongue but it made little sense to her.

She could pick out a few words, like murder, die, pain, and it wasn't reassuring her that the situation was going to be easily resolved. Luckily she had the director of the Adel as back up; she just hoped that Donovan wouldn't see it as some kind of betrayal.

Azar aimed a hard kick at the bottom of Bast’s apartment door and silently apologized. Actually, it was the least she could do. Where the hell was Bast when she needed him?

The door slammed open and two sets of dead black eyes turned towards her. Both of them looked shocked by the appearance of Killian, more so than herself, and Azar didn’t take it to heart. Killian already had an impressive fireball of blue flame in his hand.

She quickly took in the scene.

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