Spells & Ashes by Kim Richardson

Author:Kim Richardson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: occult, supernatural thriller, supernatural suspense, angels and demons, strong female lead, paranormal romance series, witch and wizards, shifters and werewolves, vampire thrillers
Publisher: Kim Richardson

14

We were running.

Adrenaline surged, mixed with an intoxicating high of magic as I ran down West 86th Street, pointing my amulet in front of me like a compass.

Angry New Yorkers cursed me as I plowed into them, not stopping to say sorry, and rushed down the street. Logan was running alongside me like a seasoned runner and annoyingly managed to not hit a single human. The angel-born had moves, I’d give him that. But I was prettier.

Yes, I looked like a fool, a crazy woman to the eyes of humanity, but none of that mattered when there was an innocent life at stake. And I still hadn’t discovered what ritual Vargal was performing or what it was for. And that had real worry forming tiny icy pricks up my spine.

We’d been tracking the Greater demon for about an hour now, going at a slow pace on foot first, following the amulet’s direction. And well, since I was the queen of impatience, I’d opted to use the local subway to reach the demon faster. That had gone terribly wrong terribly fast. The amulet had gone cold and silent.

So, we had only one option—follow the amulet’s route on foot through the streets of Manhattan.

I sprinted in pursuit of my quarry, bolstered by anger and adrenaline and determined to catch the demon bastard before he killed any more innocent humans.

I was not used to running for long periods of time. Yes, I had to run down the occasional demon now and again, but I’d always ended up cornering the demon so I could use a sigil on it.

Now, my thighs protested at the increased speed, and my lungs began to burn. As we passed the next block, I vowed to go running more. I was woefully out of shape.

I cut a glance at Logan. He was almost gliding now, his breath even like he was taking a walk. I was certain he was doing that on purpose just to piss me off.

A raven cawed from above, and I caught a glimpse of Poe as he flew above us, like a giant fruit bat in an inky-black sky. He was doing his surveillance from above and would warn me if he saw anything out of place.

We turned right on Columbus Avenue and went north. Where the hell was this Vargal?

Different muscles worked as I ran, like gears shifting as I pushed into a faster pace. My heart pounded with the air slicing in and out of me, my lungs on fire.

And when I thought my lungs had exploded into chunks and I was about to spew them from my mouth, the amulet went cold.

“Wait!” I cried and halted, my heart thrashing against my ribs.

Logan moved up next to me, a frown on his face. “What?”

I pinched the cramp at my side. “The amulet,” I panted. “It went cold. I’ve lost the trail.”

“How could you have lost the trail?” he cried, his face slightly red and his eyes wide.

“I don’t know.” I circled around, waiting for a pulse from the amulet.

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