UNMAKE (Spellhounds Book 2) by Lauren Harris

Author:Lauren Harris [Harris, Lauren]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Silverquill
Published: 2018-05-27T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

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I zeroed in on Ritter’s gun. He held it out of the waitress’s sight, close to his thigh.

My brain dropped into fight mode. Four mundanes were in the front of house—the lady at the register, and a trio of trucker-types whose eighteen-wheelers I’d noticed out back. They’d looked up a little at the sight of the newcomers, but clearly hadn’t seen the guns, because they went right back to their meatloaf with an abject lack of curiosity.

Four people who weren’t part of this. Four people who might get hurt if this cracked open into a full-blown firefight.

Ritter’s eyes met mine. His firing arm tensed.

The kitchen door bounced open. Blue-haired, sparkling Zara bopped out with a massive pink milkshake. There were two cherries on top.

De Vries moved fast. Before I could assemble a shout of warning, he was out of his seat. One massive hand slammed into Zara’s stomach and shoved her behind him so hard she tripped through the swinging kitchen door with a high-pitched yelp.

I heard the shatter of milkshake glass and hurled myself down on the bench. A shield mandala flared into my mind and I shot it out toward the woman at the register, whose eyes had just registered Ritter’s gun.

She screamed. Ritter opened fire.

Two shield spells sparkled to life, white over turquoise. I didn’t ask questions. I scrambled out of the booth and ducked behind De Vries, tearing through the swinging kitchen door.

Zara had scrambled away and was trying to get to her feet, white-faced and horrified.

“Stay down!” I yelled at her. A line chef nearby was backing away from the grill, reaching for the nearest knife. “Down!” I shouted at him, skidding past, toward the glowing exit sign.

De Vries was right behind me. He grabbed a steel rack next to the swinging door and heaved it over. It spilled dishes onto the floor with a crash and fell across the entryway, catching into a massive steel fridge.

I threw myself against the back door.

“D’Argent!” De Vries roared.

My body reacted to the shout before my brain. I dropped my weight just as the man guarding the back entrance fired off two shots. I didn’t wait to see if either hit. I sprang into a crouch and launched myself elbow-first into guard-man’s gut.

He’d primed his shields for magical attacks. Not physical. Normally, I wouldn’t have tried my luck against a dude over six feet tall, but he was a lightweight son of a bitch, wasted from magic-use. He went down, gun discharging wildly.

I only had a second to react. I thought a mandala into being, targeted narrowly. A second later, his wrist shattered. I heard the crunch, followed by the scream.

The thing about tattooed personal shields? They protect broadly. Gut, torso, head. They take extremities for granted as less common, less deadly targets.

I grabbed the Rogue’s gun just as a powerful arm scooped me roughly around the waist. De Vries hauled me up and heaved me into a run.

We pelted around the building. I wasn’t surprised to see the majority of Ritter’s crew spilling through the front entrance.

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