Winter Shadows: an Urban Fantasy Novel (Coldharbour Chronicles Book 2) by Richard Amos

Author:Richard Amos [Amos, Richard]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-10-25T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

My sparks hadn’t gone off, which was one thing—no beast. Bad part was that it was probably a load of sort-of zombies.

Shit.

“Get ready,” Greg said, taking point on the stairs.

Outside, the zombies were still bashing on the shutters. What the hell?

“Back door,” Nay said.

“Wasn’t that shuttered too?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, it was.”

I could hear footsteps moving around downstairs. So not a zombie shuffle.

“Who’s there?” Greg called. I moved up behind him to peer down the stairs.

He stepped into view, his white eye blazing. He had patched up his neck wound crudely with a bandage stained with red. Shame the bite hadn’t hit an essential artery.

“What is happening?” Karla asked.

“The white eye guy,” Dean said.

“What does he want?”

“What I want,” he said, “is Jake.”

“Get out before I break your face,” Greg said.

The white eye guy chuckled. “Really? I don’t have time for this shit.” His power hit Greg, who hit me, and we crashed into Nay’s dresser.

Nay was on it, throwing a potion down the stairs. It came hurtling back up at her and she said a really quick spell, a sentence loaded with the word null—I didn’t catch the rest— which swallowed the explosion of blue flame. She flew backward and landed on the bed.

“Jesus!” she yelled and was back on her feet.

“Thank God for your reflexes,” I said.

“Too right, babe.”

The white eye guy came up the stairs, flinging Dean across the room with his power as the half-fae went for him.

“What is with you?” I said, getting to my feet again.

“You’re such a pain in the arse, you know that?”

“I try my best.”

He folded his arms. “Stop trying.”

“How’s the wound?”

“I was looking forward to a peaceful weekend,” he said. “But now that’s shot to shit.”

“Good!”

“Good that the city is now the shadows’ playground?”

“What’re you doing here?” I said, suppressing the urge to leap at him.

“I’m here for you. Don’t you ever listen?”

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I snapped. “Why the hell would I? You some sort of dick head? Well, yeah, you are? Think you can come here acting all Charlie Big Bollocks? Get the fuck out.”

His power grabbed me, and I couldn’t talk. Bastard!

Greg lunged and was thrown back for his efforts.

Man, was the white eye guy’s power annoying! You couldn’t even get in a decent kick to the nuts. I’d have to take notes from the zombie who got that bite in.

“I wouldn’t,” he said, eye blazing at Nay.

“Prick,” she said. I guessed she was about to throw a potion.

“And if I see those lips move, I’ll throw you out that window. In fact, any of you move and you’re fucked.”

What a charming man.

“Talk,” Dean said.

The white eye guy’s ghostly orb rolled in its socket back to me. “I know you’re going northeast.”

“Spying, eh?” Nay said.

“You’re shocked?”

“No.”

“And I can get up there with Jake.”

“I’d walk away,” Greg said. “That ain’t happening.”

“Have I given you a choice?”

“I took him before, remember? For our little chat on the roof?”

A growl rumbled in Greg’s chest. “You ain’t taking him.”

The white eye guy chuckled.

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