"Watch the bloody holes, luv. My spleen can't take much more of your shite driving.""I've never driven before, so be glad you're still alive, you bonking wanker."I smiled. She had picked up my slang faster than I could have imagined, but I was pretty sure she didn't really understand what she was actually saying. "I still don't understand how I got stuffed on the floor while you get to ride pretty as you please up there," I said from my hiding spot just behind the driver's seat of the truck. "Because they'll recognize your face. Except for Ferria, Juan, and Aeron, no one here should know who I am. And you can keep my magical signature from flaring. Hence, I get to see what's going on. While you get to sit back and wonder. You know, like when you left me under a rock for hours on end." I sighed hugely. "Just hurry up. But try to get us there in one piece. This is the worst plan I've ever been a part of. You just want Ransom and Saint to kill me before Atlas gets a chance

Glaring at the beautiful woman in my arms, I rolled my eyes. Could no one follow a simple ancient prophecy these days? Must they always run around indulging their own whims while eons of history are tossed aside like so much trash? She stirred. The potion I'd blown at her should have kept her under far longer than a handful of seconds. I gritted my teeth. Something else she's screwing up for me. With a sigh, she curled against my chest. My lower body tugged. I dismissed the sensation. There was much more at stake here than just my raging body in need of satisfaction. Moving to my little area at the end and around the corner of the lines of shelves, I set her down in my chair. I went back and retrieved the male. Another complication I hadn't planned on. They were making me out to be a fool, and they didn't even realize it. The main door slammed open. I snarled as I glanced over my shoulder in the direction of the entrance. Did no one recognize the books? There were literally

"And now we're in a jail-type situation. Waiting on my evil adopted monster to come kill the guys and siphon my magic. And they - well, we - did not live happily every after. The End," Kiema finished her tale with a weak laugh. "I'm glad you don't mind standing or laying down, honey. Your ass is mine," I growled low over the mental connection she'd forced open with her banshee screams."Get me out of here, and you can claim my ass anytime you want, Saint baby."My dick gave a half-hearted jerk at her words. I was too fucking upset and scared to think about her ass in anything but disciplinary terms right now. "I can get her tracker data. See where she's at. If she's far enough away from Juan, I can detonate him. She might be able to escape in the panic," Xander offered. "Do it. Now," I growled. He shot me a scowl; brows arched high over his dark eyes.. "Please." I sighed. "Thanks, brother."He slapped me on the shoulder as he raced by. With a dark laugh, he said, "

I rocked to a stop when I saw Ferria standing in the glow of a streetlight. I almost chuckled. She was a whore. It was about time she stood in her natural habitat."There you are, you little bitch. Where's my magic?" she demanded, not moving from under the spill of the light."If you're talking about the spheres, that would be my magic. And it's back where it belongs." I laid a hand on my chest. "Guess you're shit out of luck, you filthy cunt."She jerked back as if I'd struck her. I felt like rejoicing. I'd always wanted to tell her my thoughts and feelings about how she treated her husband, but also herself. The woman had no self-respect. Always searching for power from outside. She'd never known, or understood, that she had more than enough power inside her. "Watch how you talk to me, little girl. Or this won't end well for you." She leaned forward, her face a horror mask under the unrelenting bright white light of the streetlamp. "Oh no. What are you going to do? Bea

The thing that was Asta held the now eviscerated Ferria by the neck. Ferria's entrails were dangling from the open gash in her belly. At least she wasn't still picking at herself. I felt the push and pull of magic as Ferria's body sack expanded to almost four times its regular size. Asta pulled it on like a sweater. As her head popped through Ferria's neck, I felt my gorge rise.Like she was pulling a snagged thread from a sweater, Asta yanked on Ferria's spine. The length of connected bones rattled in the still air. Asta threw it down to the ground and kicked it aside. Ferria's head tipped back to make room for Asta's head where the neck used to be. With a casual tug, Ferria's legs came off with a pulpy sounding snap. Asta, giggling now, pulled Ferria's legs on like pants. She danced a little jig in the street. At the end, Asta wiggled her fingers in the air. Ferria's hands flapped in the wind like attached mittens. I could feel my stomach trying to escape through my