You already know that angels
should be a human’s worst nightmare. Del didn’t think there was anything worse
than angels, or their fallen kin, demons. She and her partner Marrin helped to
keep the world safe from the horrors of escaped demons for generations. But
when Del’s daughter is kidnapped by a shadowy group, she’ll find that the world
is even more dangerous than she suspected.
There are worse things than
angels and demons.
“Let me help,” Jane said.
Del wanted to hit the other woman. She didn’t want
help. She wanted Jordan. She wanted her daughter. She wanted to empty two full
magazines into the smug, angular face of the bastard who took her, and let
Jordan know nothing like this would happen again. But she was tired, weak and
in pain. They’d taken Jordan, and she didn’t know who to hit or who to shoot.
She wasn’t certain if she was capable of either in her current state. She
started to wave Jane off, but the other woman’s strong hands slid under Del’s
arms and took enough of her weight to help. Del was able to get into the
nearest chair and sit somewhat normally in one burst of effort.
“Burning burning Hell,” Del swore again. “How long?”
“A little better than four hours,” Jane said.
“Damn it,” Del muttered.
Any time at all was too much. Four hours could put the
attackers and Jordan on a plane and across the country by now. If it was a charter
flight, or if the arrangements had been well planned, they could be on their
way to anywhere in the world.
“Let’s get this over with,” Del said.
She pulled one of her SIGs and aimed it at Jane. She
kept her finger off the trigger, resting on the guard. The mortal woman froze
where she stood, slightly stooped over and uncomfortable. The concern on Jane’s
face melted into anger and fear. Del didn’t care if the woman hated her right
now. She gestured with the gun for Jane to stand up straight.
“Tell me,” Del ordered, “and be honest. Were you in on
it?”
Jane tensed. “Are you serious?”
Del narrowed her eyes.
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