Trinity Rising by J.E. Taylor

Author:J.E. Taylor
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vampires, angels, demons, Lucifer, archangel, trinity, romance, suspense, psychic, shape shifter
Publisher: JET-Fueled Fiction
Published: 2018-06-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Damian

Every muscle in my body tensed as we pulled out of the garage. I waited until the door had closed before turning the car around in the driveway. I gave Naomi a cursory glance and took a deep breath, pressing the gate controls as I approached.

No one was visible in the vicinity and after pulling through the gate, I pushed the button, waiting until the gate clicked closed, then I gunned it, turning toward the nearest highway route. I kept glancing in my rearview, expecting a tail, but there was nothing on the road behind us, or in front of us, for that matter, and I gave a relieved laugh as the house disappeared from view.

“Knock on wood,” I said and gave Naomi’s hand a squeeze. She responded with only a strained smile before she continued her darting scan of the landscape.

“I don’t think...”

“Shush. Not until we are a safe distance away, okay?”

I nodded consent and focused on the road. The only cars that pulled out behind us turned down different roads and by the time we pulled onto the highway, I relaxed enough to fully exhale.

When we passed the Welcome to Massachusetts sign, I glanced at Naomi again and shrugged. “I guess my checking in for our flight out of Hartford may have given us just enough of a window to get out of there,” I said and the muscles in my shoulders relaxed a notch.

“When did you do that?”

“Right before I reprogrammed the basement keypad,” I said and glanced at the clock on the display. “The plane will start boarding in another half hour. Just long enough for us to put a little more distance between us and the airport.”

“He’s not going to buy that we went to Michigan with the cars?” she asked.

“No, not with us killing his dogs. I have a feeling they were sent on a suicide mission just to prove we were still there.” I finally voiced my thoughts and the wound on my leg flared, sending an itch that made my hands grip the wheel tighter.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, hellhounds talk?”

Her question made me raise an eyebrow in her direction. “What?”

“When you asked the hellhound what he wanted, he spoke.”

I couldn’t help the laugh. “No, baby, it just growled up a fucking storm.”

She laughed as well, but something about the tone of it, pulled my gaze to hers. “Actually, they were sent to bring your head back, at least that’s the answer I heard.”

The shock of her words left me quiet and I glance at her, wondering just what kind of freak she was. The worry in her eyes calmed me. If she was a freak, it didn’t matter. She’s the one that saved my sorry ass. Again.

“My head, huh?” I asked and she nodded. “I can see that,” I replied and took her hand bringing it to my lips. “If you hadn’t come, I’d be dog chow by now.”

“You were doing a pretty good job with the crowbar.”

I chuckled. “If you say so.

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