The Caitlin Chronicles Boxed Set by Michael Anderle

Author:Michael Anderle [Anderle, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2019-02-21T07:00:00+00:00

Dylan hadn’t felt this alive in years.

Having had to sit on the fence during the last battle, he felt the adrenaline race through his body now. This was what it was like to feel alive. Fighting for justice. Helping those in need. Destroying evil. Not sitting in prisons or hiding behind the walls of Silver Creek while his sister led the charge. It was this. The feeling of—

Argh! Bitch, Dylan moaned as he looked for the culprit who had thrown the knife. It had whizzed by him, catching his skin so that a small patch of red now bloomed on his shoulder.

The woman grinned, tossing another knife between her hands. She was pretty, standing in her black cloak with her dark hair about her. But Dylan figured she’d be prettier lying unconscious on the floor.

She chuckled and tossed the blade.

Dylan had been prepared for that one. He reached for his sword—a gift from Mary-Anne after the battle—and blocked it mid-air, sending it clattering to the floor.

He smiled as her face dropped. She held up her hands.

“Please. I didn’t mean it.”

“What do you mean, you didn’t mean it?” Dylan said. “You tossed two knives at me.” Despite himself, he couldn’t help his eyes wandering to her chest where a teasing eyeful of cleavage was exposed. The woman noticed this and leaned forward to exaggerate the effect.

“I panicked,” she said in a slow, crooning tone. “I couldn’t tell the good guys from the bad guys.”

Dylan advanced, his sword held in front. She recoiled and fell onto her ass as she tried to scurry away.

“No, please…”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, extending a hand to help her up.

The woman looked into his eyes a moment. She accepted his help and rose to her feet. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. Now, just help us calm these fucknuts down. We need to gather water. Quell the flames. Not running around in a panic with our heads in the smoke—”

Dylan cut off as the woman’s eyes widened. He was confused until the woman fell once more to the floor, wrestling with the creature which had attacked her. She struggled and then stilled, the knife which she had hidden and intended to stab Dylan with in a sneak attack resting loosely in her hand.

Dylan marveled at the bite marks around her neck as Jaxon barked and shook his body. She struggled and gurgled in the dog’s grip until she eventually stilled.

“Well… Good boy?” Dylan said.

Jaxon barked.

“Come on, let’s round up the others. Can you sniff them out for me?”

As if understanding every word, Jaxon turned and ran into the smoke, pausing long enough along the way for Dylan to follow as they left the Firestarter dead on the floor.

He couldn’t believe what a mess the damn place was. As he ran through the smoke, he managed to calm a few townsfolk down. He worked as quickly as possible to get the message to spread, talking to any who would listen to tell them that Trisk had gone.

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