Lilith And Her Harem Books 1-4 by May Dawson

Author:May Dawson [Dawson, May]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-11-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Jacob and I stayed within a few yards of each other as we made a run through the trees. I felt some vine catch around my ankle, its thorns ripping my skin as I tore my foot away. I was moving too quickly to do anything but trip forward and run on. My momentum carried me now.

The adrenaline coursing through my body took over. The jittery weakness in my legs and arms turned into energy. The world around me was a blur of action and light as we burst out of the trees for the back porch of the house.

There were two Company men there, one of them incanting to take down the wards. They had etched runes with a knife into my mother's beloved porch, The man held his arms up in the air, praying steadily.

The other man saw us coming, knelt behind what cover the porch railing had to offer, and drew on us. He braced his gun in his outstretched hands, and I saw it kick up in slow motion as he fired, before I even heard the pop of the round. The noise was distant through the hum of blood in my ears.

"Get down," Jacob said, shoving me forward. The two of us hit the ground hard, and I felt the force of it knock the air out of my lungs. "Up, up, before he gets a bead on us. Hope he's a fucking stormtrooper. I need to get within twenty feet of them."

I stumbled up, running as fast as I could, but Jacob pulled away ahead of me, his long legs sprinting across the grass. He hit the ground hard, just as the gun went off again, and then I saw him get back on his feet and run again.

"Fire ball," I said softly as I ran behind him, hoping the words would help me summon the magic faster than I ever had in training. I hit the ground again, knowing that it was our best chance to evade a bullet. As I pushed off the grass, I felt the flicker of warmth in the palm of my hand like an itch.

Jacob was nearing the porch, but that meant he was dangerously close to the handgun's range. I saw the glint of the metal barrel, focusing on Jacob. I hurled the fireball over his head. Jacob ducked as if he realized it was coming. He turned to look over his shoulder with dismay written across his face. Like he didn't trust me not to singe him.

The fireball blazed hot and bright as it tumbled end-over-end. It smashed into the shirt of the man with the gun in a burst and crackle of flame. He screamed as his shirt went up, catching fire. The man incanting suddenly realized how dire things were and broke off, grabbing for the gun the other man had just dropped.

"Sleep," Jacob said, holding out his hand. The man reaching for the gun staggered to his knees, holding out the gun, and then dropped it.

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