Witch's Bane: Urban Fantasy Romance (Demon Assassins Book 2) by Ann Gimpel

Author:Ann Gimpel [Gimpel, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ann Gimpel Books, LLC
Published: 2016-09-05T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Ronin led the way across the basement to the ladder and trap door. He’d expected help to arrive—it always did. What he hadn’t expected was Gwydion and Ceridwen, powerful Celtic gods. He’d made a rule of never second-guessing outcomes, but he let himself hope they just might win this round. An ear-splitting roar sounded from upstairs.

“Humph,” Gwydion grunted. “We’ve been discovered.”

“I don’t know as I’ve ever heard a more appealing call to arms.” Ceridwen smirked.

Roz straightened her spine. “I don’t care what the rest of you do. You can stay here all day chatting, but I’m leaving.” She pushed past everyone and lunged for the ladder.

Ceridwen dropped a hand on her shoulder that stopped her dead. “Brave witch, but let us go first.” Roz no sooner shook her off than the Celts levitated, oozing through the low ceiling scattered with heating ducts.

Roz covered the remaining distance to the ladder and climbed. “Who are they?” she shot over a shoulder.

“Gwydion and Ceridwen,” Ronin answered. “We got lucky.”

“You’re fucking kidding me.” Roz pushed against the trapdoor. “I’d hold off on that lucky assessment until we see who’s still alive up there. Damn!”

“What?” Ronin crowded behind her.

“I can’t budge the trapdoor. Something must be on it.”

“Climb down.”

“No! While we’re at it, stop ordering me around.”

“Roz. You’re not thinking. We can blast it open with magic, but I can’t with you right in front of it. Or we could skip the whole thing and teleport upstairs.”

The set of her shoulders stiffened. “Damn straight, I’m not thinking. I can funnel magic too. After what happened to Naomi, I don’t trust teleporting right about now.”

Before he could tell her to be careful because she’d be giving away their position, magic flared bright enough to blind him, and the trap door blew upward. Roz scrambled through the hole with Ronin on her heels. Thick smoke practically obliterated his vision until he fine-tuned his magic to see through it. His eyes teared and his lungs burned from the thick, unnatural air. Screams and shrieks, punctuated by crashes battered his hearing, but they came from the upper floors. He tried to force Roz behind him, but she had other ideas and bolted into the main room.

Ronin’s nose twitched. He smelled death, but it was impossible to determine who or how many. He linked to Duncan, figuring he’d be with Colleen. “Where are you?”

“Third floor.”

Ronin plunged through the murk, following Roz’s energy, and grabbed her arm. “They’re upstairs.”

Roz whirled to face him, her dark eyes ablaze with fury. “I know what I’m doing, sweetie,” she hissed. “I also don’t need you to find Colleen and Jenna. They’re all right. I just linked with them. Your Celt buddies are upstairs kicking some serious ass. Naomi and her witches are here, and they need me.”

An Irichna morphed out of the near-impenetrable gloom. Roz loosed a blood-curdling howl and sent magic hurtling into it. When her first blast didn’t stop it, she kept lobbing bolts of death its way. The demon curved its red claws menacingly and sidestepped the worst of Roz’s attack, while coming ever closer.

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