Touched by Hell by Emma Shade

Author:Emma Shade
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Urban Fantasy, Dark Fantasy, Paranormal, Angels, Demons, Urban Fantasy & Paranormal, Paranormal & Fantasy
Publisher: Emma Shade
Published: 2019-07-24T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 20

Don’t fear the reaper.

Death circled me in the fading yellow light from the city around us. His cloak fluttered in the breeze as he whirled his scythe in his hand.

“Charge me,” he demanded.

I hesitated, because, well, this was Death. The Grim Reaper. One nick of his scythe would send me straight to Hell. No stops at “go” on my way down.

With a deep breath, I twirled my sword in return, never taking my eyes off him. I knew he’d never hurt me, but I felt outmatched like I had brought a spoon to a knife fight.

Without a warning, Death took a step forward and swung his blade. I held up my sword and blocked his an instant before he would’ve sliced my head clean off. The metal clanged and reverberated through my shoulders. My arms shook, and he used his weight to push me back a few feet. I was strong for a woman, sure, but his brute strength alone would beat me down. I lifted my knee and hit him right in the balls. Grunting, he fell forward and I used that momentum to punch him in the nose.

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered, still bent over. He stepped back to lift his free hand to his nose because the other hand was still holding his weapon.

Instead of letting Death overpower me again, I took that opportunity to swing my blade and stopped short of his throat.

He smiled, but his eyes were squinted in what I assumed was pain. “Good girl.”

I beamed at him and turned around to wink at Raven. I had bested Death, and I let go of my sword similar to a mic drop. Pain exploded along my scalp as I flew backward and was flipped upside down by my hair. In about a second flat, I landed on my back with a blade pressed against my sternum.

He had produced a wicked-looking dagger and pushed the metal tip of the weapon against my skin. “Never trust a demon. Never turn your back on your enemy.”

Wincing at the pinch of my skin on his blade, I scoffed. “Did you pull my fucking hair?”

Removing the metal from my chest, he shrugged. “Evil doesn’t play fair, mi cielito.”

My nickname again, the one he rarely used. Apparently, I’d hear it often now. Death extended a hand and I took it. He helped me to my feet, only to knock me right back down on my ass with a swipe of his leg.

Letting out a sigh, I waited until he extended his hand again. I yanked his hand with all my strength and I pushed my feet into his solar plexus. He toppled over my head but landed on his feet easily. I barely heard his feet scrape in a counter-attack when I rolled out of the way. A metal ping hit the ground next to me and pebbles from the asphalt roof peppered my face. I rolled to a standing position, barely missing his blade for the second time.

Death kept coming, his skills beyond anything I’d ever seen.

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