Burning Dawn. Gena Showalter
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What do you want us to do? Bjorn asked.
All members of an army could communicate this way. Meaning, all members of an army were bonded through mental highways. Thane had never liked it, had only ever wanted such a connection with Bjorn and Xerxes. Because if voice could travel those roadways, so could thoughts. Memories. No one had a right to his secrets.
Go to New York and hunt the demon, Zacharel said.
And we’re, what? Xerxes replied. Supposed to bust into random homes and businesses, and hope we get lucky?
Thane scrubbed a hand down his face. Did the Most High offer any specifics?
A shake of Zacharel’s dark head. “I can tell you that evil always leaves a trail. Find the start of it, follow it, and then you will find the end of it.”
He made it sound easy. Thane knew it wouldn’t be. It never was. But he and his boys would persevere. They always did.
“Koldo, Axel, Malcolm, Magnus and Jamilla are already there, waiting for you.”
Thane arched a brow. “Waiting?” The most impatient warriors of all time? “Rather than hunting?”
“I realized I made a mistake, sending my people to different locations. It thinned our efforts. So, from this moment forward, we will work together. We will concentrate on catching only one of the six demons responsible for killing Germanus. Once that’s done, we will turn our efforts to a second, and so on.”
The snowball effect. One victory would prime everyone for the next.
Wise.
Frowning, Zacharel tilted his head to the side. “Go. Go now. The others have been ambushed, and a battle is in progress.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
METAL WHISTLED THROUGH the night-damp air. Determined footsteps from one, two...five different individuals echoed. Warrior footsteps, not the clacking of demon hooves. A hiss of pain sounded, followed by a grunt of satisfaction.
Thane dive-bombed the dark alley, straightening at the last moment to land on his feet in the middle of the violent battle. As he palmed a sword of fire, he snapped his wings into his sides, making room for Bjorn and Xerxes.
A quick glance revealed writhing shadows that cringed from the swords of fire the Sent Ones brandished. But the moment the Sent Ones became preoccupied with another opponent, those shadows struck, swiping out blackened claws.
Koldo fought with the cold calculation of a robot.
Axel fought as if he had no concern for his own life, leaving himself wide-open to counterattack, just to make a single kill.
Twins Magnus and Malcolm stood back-to-back. After Magnus injured the prey, Malcolm finished it off.
Jamilla was the wild card, unpredictable in her strikes, as if she strove to kill everything in her path.
Rage set a collision course with Thane. Detonation imminent. He’d encountered the shadows once before, a different sort of demon than the mundane type they usually battled—it had happened the night Kendra died with his dagger in her gut, which had strengthened the slave bond...the night Bjorn vanished. A single scratch could have devastating consequences.
Thane stepped forward, intending to help. His back burned; the wounds hadn’t had time to heal.
Do not join the fray, and do not move from this point, Bjorn said inside his head.
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