The Purebloods (Daemons of London - Book 3) by Michaela Haze

Author:Michaela Haze [Haze, Michaela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dirty Jeans Publishing
Published: 2017-06-08T05:00:00+00:00

11.

“She’s dead,” Lillian spoke into the darkness; her voice was raspy with tears. “My sister is dead.”

I was back in the past. Thrown head first into a drama that I didn’t want to watch.

Henry looked down to the concrete in distaste; the smears of fresh blood caused whorls of steam to rise into the cold air. The season had changed from summer to winter, but Henry had remained the same.

Lillian Blaire was clothed in shadow as her hands shook. Her emerald eyes stayed on Henry and never left; something had died inside of her. Her sister was gone.

“I cannot bring her back.” Henry shrugged casually.

Lillian gritted her teeth and bared a harsh smile. “Oh, Haage,” She cooed as she stepped forward into the light. “Conjurer of Hell and purveyor of information.”

Henry’s back was ramrod straight as he extended his hand to the edge of the circle that had been used to summon him. His face turned into that of a beast, as he realised that he was trapped. Henry’s fists slammed into the hardened air that made up the barrier around her makeshift satanic altar.

“Haagenti, Haage, or Henry Blaire. So many names. You've become known since you have walked almost humans. Banished from Hell.” Lillian repeated, her voice was lifeless. “You have never known the pain of others. Only the continuous drain that you are on humanity.”

Henry’s eyes widened in horror, and his body convulsed as Lillian began to speak in faltering German. Her hair started to lift with static electricity and the burnt smell of Witchling magic filled the air.

Henry beat his fists against the circle, trapped, roaring like a cornered animal. His knuckles crunched and split from the strain. When his blood touched the circle, it dropped for just a second.

Everything slowed, as if the world had frozen on the cusp of something horrible and new.

Lillian’s lilting voice rattled off the last syllable of the spell, but Henry jumped forward and attached his mouth to her neck. He jerked his teeth and snapped at her like a feral dog as he tried to rip out her throat. His body began to illuminate; thousands of strands of light crisscrossed over his skin and began to drift into the air like embers of a flame.

“You dare to take my power?” Henry growled; his teeth were stained red from her blood.

Lillian spluttered a laugh, which turned into a death rattle as her eyes rolled back inside her head.

Henry bit his wrist, but instead of offering it to her lips he rammed his hand through her torso. He punched clean through her chest. Grabbing her heart. Henry gritted his teeth and I sensed the change on the air, the daemon magic. He was changing her.

“You may wish for your own death,” Henry said; his words were strained as his power began to drift away as the result of Lillian’s curse. “But I will ensure you live forever with the pain of her death.”

A tear leaked out of Lillian’s eye. “As I will ensure the same of you.

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