Blood Infernal: The Order of the Sanguines Series by James Rollins & Rebecca Cantrell

Author:James Rollins & Rebecca Cantrell [Rollins, James & Cantrell, Rebecca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Thrillers, General, Action & Adventure
ISBN: 9780062343277
Google: 06vJrQEACAAJ
Amazon: 0062343262
Barnesnoble: 0062343262
Goodreads: 25817137
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2015-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

March 18, 7:29 P.M. CET

Prague, Czech Republic

Rhun fell with Erin.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her hard against his chest. He wrapped his limbs protectively around her as they crashed through fiery timbers, smoke, and raining plaster. Then they struck a floor that was still intact. He did his best to roll, to bleed away the force of that impact.

He ended up on his knees, cradling Erin’s limp form. She was dazed. Blood ran from a deep scalp wound across her face. Flames and smoke roiled around him, but he recognized the round room where they had landed: Edward Kelly’s old alchemy room.

He lifted Erin, feeling her lungs laboring in the smoke, hearing the fluttering of a weakening heart as she suffocated. He stumbled, half blind, toward the wall, intending to follow it to the door, then to a window.

Overhead, a crack sounded as another roof beam gave way. Something huge crashed through from above. Flames lit its greenish hue, glowing through the glass.

The bell.

Instinctively, Rhun raised his arm against its evil, protecting Erin, shielding her with his body. The bell struck his arm, his back, and drove him to the floor. Thick glass shattered over him, cutting into his arm, his shoulder, slashing muscle and breaking bone.

Pain blinded him as he cried out.

Erin heard, stirring with a jolt under him. “Rhun . . .”

He rolled off her, slicing up more of his flesh. “Go,” he moaned.

She crawled free, but instead of following his order, she grabbed his good arm and tried to drag him away from the ruins of the bell. Before she could, the fire-weakened floor gave way under the weight of the broken bell. As burning boards fell away under him, he twisted and saw the limp form of Leopold tumble from the attic above and follow the wreck of the shattered bell, chasing it down into the fiery pit of the house.

Rhun’s body slid to follow, but Erin dragged him away from the gaping hole, keeping him in this round room. Pain consumed him, but he forced himself to fight through it, to stay in this room with Erin. He could not leave her. He might yet be of service to her.

Smoke boiled into the room from the hole left by the bell. Wind drew it up through this makeshift chimney to the roof. Most of the floor had already been burned through. Flames roared beneath them.

Erin held him, cradling him this time. She had dragged him to the wall. Rhun wished that she had left him and escaped.

“Leave me,” Rhun forced out, turning his face toward the door, toward the faint glow of a streetlamp through the smoke. “Make for the window . . .”

Cold blood gushed down his side. He had been in enough battles to recognize a fatal wound. But perhaps Erin could climb out that window, scramble down the front, and escape to safety. She did not have to die with him.

Still, she did not let go of him. Instead, she yanked off her leather belt, fastened it around his shoulder, and pulled it tight.

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