The Shadow and Light Series, Books 1-3 by Kim Richardson

Author:Kim Richardson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: urban fantasy, paranormal, supernatural, contemporary, angels and demons, strong female lead, new adult, urban fantasy series, witches wizards, shifters and werewolves
Publisher: Kim Richardson

18

I sat on the dirty floor, my back against the wall as I watched the vampires haul the bodies up the basement stairs. I marveled at their strength. Even the female vamp, whose name I heard was Vicky, was as strong as an ox, and she was shorter and more delicate than I was. But that was just an illusion. She could probably kick my ass.

I especially enjoyed watching how Danto’s chest muscles bulged as he dragged the dead black witch. He seemed to have found a purpose, making his features even more pleasant to admire. What could I say? There was no law that said I couldn’t look. I was single, and the rule was, single gals were allowed to look. Besides, I had almost died, might as well enjoy the view.

I didn’t ask and didn’t care what they did with the bodies. I just didn’t want to see or think about them or how they’d wanted to bleed me dry and then drink my blood. Those witches had almost killed me.

Tyrius had left about forty minutes ago to scout out the streets of Mystic Quarter for any more dark witches or anything else that looked suspicious and out of place, which could be anything, really, in this quarter. But he was so adamant on going, I let him, knowing he felt guilty about what almost happened to me, to us. But that was in no way his fault. The fault was mine. All mine.

Danto had thought it best to camp out here for the rest of the day and get some much-needed rest before we showed our faces in Mystic Quarter. Faeries slept during the day, and the dark faerie queen would not open the tower until sunset. Once the sun was down, we’d bring Ugul to the faerie queen.

Staying in the basement for a little while longer seemed like a smart idea. I was also hoping to catch Evanora Crow. I had a feeling the old bag would return. But after an hour of waiting, I realized she probably wasn’t coming back. Ever.

Ugul sat next to the basement stairs across from me, looking foul and angry that he was still tied and gagged. I tried not to look at him too much. Otherwise, my guilt might make me do something stupid.

I looked up at the sound of hard-soled boots on plywood to see Jax lowering himself next to me.

“Here,” he said and handed me a dagger, which I recognized as my soul blade, and my leather messenger bag. “Found it with the rest of our stuff.”

“Thanks,” I said, feeling myself warm at his nearness. His thigh brushed against mine as he settled next to me, and the faint smell of soap and musk rose up around me. The scent was pleasant, too pleasant. Why does he have to be so damn close?

“I wanted to talk to you,” said Jax as he folded his hands on his lap.

Shit. Here it comes. My heart leaped and then settled back into its usual pace.

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