Soul Resurrected (Sons of Wrath, #2) by Lake Keri

Author:Lake, Keri [Lake, Keri]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-10-27T07:00:00+00:00

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Logan led Calla inside the elevator and up to the first floor bar of Sanctuary.

The clusterfuck had already begun. Not unusual for Sanctuary—even on weeknights the place tended to be packed. Supes everywhere.

Logan’s muscles tensed. His heart pounded and a rush of adrenaline had him feeling pumped up.

What the hell?

He signaled the maître d’, who stumbled over himself to reach them. Logan leaned forward. “Find her a table.”

The maître d’ nodded and snapped two busboys over.

Logan brushed Calla’s hair to the side and spoke low. “I’m going to find Gavin. Sit tight.”

Once she’d nodded, he walked away. Damn the zing that kept zipping through his veins.

Pat, the bartender slid down to him. “What’ll it be boss?”

“You see where Gavin went?”

Pat jerked his head to the side. “Took a quick call. Saw him take off toward the back.”

“Thanks.” Logan’s gaze wandered back in Calla’s direction.

Hairs bristled.

His stomach folded into knots.

Another demon had taken his seat beside her.

Teeth gritting, Logan strode through the crowd, eyes fixated, the red haze seeping into his field of vision with every step closer.

The silver tattoo etched into the demon’s neck sent jagged knives sawing through Logan’s veins. Scelius demon. Rotten pricks. If there was one demon species that could be blamed for most of the human illegitimate children in the world, it’d be them. They roamed in gangs, like a pack of hyenas, wreaking havoc everywhere they set foot.

Why Gavin hadn’t blacklisted them remained a mystery to Logan.

He paused when Calla drew away from the demon. From a distance, Logan watched her body language. Smooth fluid movements like a confident killer. Had he noticed that in her before? He tipped his head, concentrating on the exchange, motionless in a crowd that continued to gyrate around him.

The demon stroked his hand down her hair and buried his face in her neck.

Logan charged forward. “Motherfucker!” He didn’t spare a single second before drilling his fist into the demon’s nose.

Blood flew up into Logan’s face, and he hammered a second punch in the same spot as the first.

And another.

“Fucking dead!” The red filtered a shade into Logan’s vision and stole his awareness of everything around him.

Calla slid from his periphery.

Arms gripped Logan from behind.

He jerked his head back and heard the crunch.

“Goddamn it, Logan, calm down!”

Gavin’s voice broke through the haze of red, but his body still shook and his fingers twitched with the urge to pound the Scelius’ bloody face some more, as Logan allowed himself to be pulled away.

He took deep breaths to calm himself.

Shit. He’d fucked up.

Daria stood beside Calla, as Britus gripped the nape of the Scelius and lifted him from the chair.

Through the kitchen door, Gavin pushed Logan backward, nearly knocking him to the floor.

A clatter of dishes rang out as the chef fell back into the dishwasher.

“What the fuck was that?” Gavin set his hands on his hips.

“You know what those pieces of shit are all about, Gavin. Why do you keep letting the raping bastards in here?”

“Because if we’re going

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