Darius by J.R. Ward

Author:J.R. Ward
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gallery Books
Published: 2023-09-05T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

As Darius re-formed in a stand of bushes that had all the ocular appeal of a ball of scrap metal, he really didn’t want to hear one goddamn word from Vishous about his change of mind. He was currently in a mood that vacillated between nasty and murderous, and while that was helpful on the job, it was also an incendiary pendulum on a good night, a real frickin’ joy when you were working an induction scene with the likes of V.

Especially after you’d just left a woman you’d much rather be with back at home while your butler cleaned up a lesser mess.

Fortunately, as the brother materialized beside him, V didn’t seem to be interested in any off-topic conversation about U-turns, and what a blessing from the Virgin Scribe. Yes, Anne was important—too important, really—but the sight of that lesser blood on the floor of the chamber had been what shocked Darius back to his priorities.

And of course there was no way V would have gone and gotten Tohr.

Good thing Anne had been willing to stay.

“A hundred yards this way,” V said as he palmed two of his guns and started off through the brambles and trees.

Talk about your unnecessary directions. Darius could already scent the baby powder on the breeze, the stench firing him up, not that he needed much help with that. He was beyond ready to fight, and praying they’d find some stragglers—and unlike his fellow fighter, he had daggers in his hands, not guns. He wanted to get up close and personal to his prey.

Maybe he’d use his teeth, too.

Moving silently, they were draped in shadow, the heavy cloud cover working in their favor and blocking out the moonlight. About fifty yards farther in, the forest thinned and a decrepit two-story structure presented itself in the middle of a clearing. With a crumbling chimney, numerous broken windows, and siding that looked as if its paint had been sandblasted off in sections, the structure listed to the left.

So it wasn’t just cosmetically run down, there were issues with its very foundation.

Trying not to think about parallels to the species, Darius quickened his pace, aware that the pair of them were sitting ducks as they broke free of their cover. Closing in, the stench of lessers got louder and louder in the nose, until he had to rub things to keep from sneezing out his frontal lobe. And then they were right up to the rear of the farmhouse. Without any words, he and Vishous communicated using hand signals, one of them going right, the other left.

Circling around the flank, Darius monitored the busted glass frames of the windows, his hearing supercharged to pick up even the slightest movement inside. Around him. Above him.

As he came to the far corner, he put his back against the aged siding.

He waited long enough to be sure that there was no ambush. Yet.

Then he jumped out.

The front of the farmhouse had once sported a covered porch; now there was

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