staggered backward.
“You nasty little whore,” he snarled, the once perfect Adonis I’d admired gone in an instant as his skin rippled.
Yeah. Rippled. As in Caleb wasn’t human and had been fooling my stupid ass.
“Can you handle a siren on your own?” Lark asked.
I blinked several times, staring as Caleb shifted form. A siren? “I thought sirens were always women?”
She laughed. “No, the boys are rarer, but are real dicks to deal with.”
“I can’t on the street, everyone will see.” This was a damn mess, all because I’d trusted the wrong person. Giselle was going to kill me.
“No one will see. I’ll make sure.”
A quick look around showed me that the humans who were up and awake had taken no notice of Caleb shifting from decidedly yummy and human, to decidedly not yummy and very non-human. His body was still thick with muscles and he was the same height, but that was where the similarities ended. Where he had blond hair and stormy gray eyes, now he was bald, his head covered with puckered mud colored skin and eyes so deeply set into his skull, I couldn’t get a read on them other than the fact that they were glaring at me.
I moved to pull one of my knives from my lower back, forgetting they’d been taken from me, when something smooth and cool was placed against my fingers.
“Try this.”
I looked down to see the handle of a sword in my hand. I rolled it, feeling as if the weight and cut had been made for me. “Sweet.”
Lark
Watching the young Tracker take the sword, I knew she was the one to have it, saw the way the blade clung to her. Though I doubted she was supposed to have it right then, she could use it for awhile. She was going to need it to deal with the siren.
The siren snarled and lashed out with a foot, catching her off guard, tumbling her backward.
“You aren’t going to help her?” Kit yipped out, circling my feet, prancing with excitement.
“Nope.” I folded my arms and watched the fight. The girl moved with a grace that made me think of someone I’d known many years ago. Twenty to be exact. Could they be related? It was quite possible, they were similar enough in height and coloring, but it was more the way she moved that kept my attention and made me think of the woman from my past.
This girl had the same flow to her body, the bend and twist of muscles not only highly trained, but deeply ingrained with the ability to fight, and protect.
The realization of who she was hit me like a hammer between the eyes.
Sure, she was the Tracker Giselle was teaching.
But that wasn’t what struck me. It was the element that worked under her skin, she was part elemental. A small portion, but now that I was truly looking, I saw it.
Sweet earth mother, Rylee was a descendant of the Blood of the Lost.
She was the one in the prophecies, the one who would save the world.
She was also the one Orion wanted me to kill.
And she was the one I’d been put into banishment for.
I took three steps into the melee and wrapped my hand around the siren’s neck. He gargled and choked and Rylee stumbled back from me, her body still in fight mode.
I ignored her and increased the pressure on the siren. “Who sent you?”
He flicked his tongue at me, spit raining down on my face. “You can’t hurt me, you’re an elemental.”
Grinning, I tipped my head to one side. “Oh, you don’t know who I am, do you? I’m the elemental everyone’s afraid of. They call me the Destroyer.”
His eyes, even as deeply set as they were in his skull, bugged out and he began to truly fight me. I drew on the strength of the Earth and held him easily. “Who sent you?”
“No one, no one. I was supposed to seduce the witch,” he spit out, words tumbling over themselves.
“Wait, Milly?” Rylee lifted the sword and pressed the tip into the siren’s belly. He went completely still.
“Yes, Milly was the mark. But she’s been avoiding me. So you were the back up plan. I was to follow
“You nasty little whore,” he snarled, the once perfect Adonis I’d admired gone in an instant as his skin rippled.
Yeah. Rippled. As in Caleb wasn’t human and had been fooling my stupid ass.
“Can you handle a siren on your own?” Lark asked.
I blinked several times, staring as Caleb shifted form. A siren? “I thought sirens were always women?”
She laughed. “No, the boys are rarer, but are real dicks to deal with.”
“I can’t on the street, everyone will see.” This was a damn mess, all because I’d trusted the wrong person. Giselle was going to kill me.
“No one will see. I’ll make sure.”
A quick look around showed me that the humans who were up and awake had taken no notice of Caleb shifting from decidedly yummy and human, to decidedly not yummy and very non-human. His body was still thick with muscles and he was the same height, but that was where the similarities ended. Where he had blond hair and stormy gray eyes, now he was bald, his head covered with puckered mud colored skin and eyes so deeply set into his skull, I couldn’t get a read on them other than the fact that they were glaring at me.
I moved to pull one of my knives from my lower back, forgetting they’d been taken from me, when something smooth and cool was placed against my fingers.
“Try this.”
I looked down to see the handle of a sword in my hand. I rolled it, feeling as if the weight and cut had been made for me. “Sweet.”
Lark
Watching the young Tracker take the sword, I knew she was the one to have it, saw the way the blade clung to her. Though I doubted she was supposed to have it right then, she could use it for awhile. She was going to need it to deal with the siren.
The siren snarled and lashed out with a foot, catching her off guard, tumbling her backward.
“You aren’t going to help her?” Kit yipped out, circling my feet, prancing with excitement.
“Nope.” I folded my arms and watched the fight. The girl moved with a grace that made me think of someone I’d known many years ago. Twenty to be exact. Could they be related? It was quite possible, they were similar enough in height and coloring, but it was more the way she moved that kept my attention and made me think of the woman from my past.
This girl had the same flow to her body, the bend and twist of muscles not only highly trained, but deeply ingrained with the ability to fight, and protect.
The realization of who she was hit me like a hammer between the eyes.
Sure, she was the Tracker Giselle was teaching.
But that wasn’t what struck me. It was the element that worked under her skin, she was part elemental. A small portion, but now that I was truly looking, I saw it.
Sweet earth mother, Rylee was a descendant of the Blood of the Lost.
She was the one in the prophecies, the one who would save the world.
She was also the one Orion wanted me to kill.
And she was the one I’d been put into banishment for.
I took three steps into the melee and wrapped my hand around the siren’s neck. He gargled and choked and Rylee stumbled back from me, her body still in fight mode.
I ignored her and increased the pressure on the siren. “Who sent you?”
He flicked his tongue at me, spit raining down on my face. “You can’t hurt me, you’re an elemental.”
Grinning, I tipped my head to one side. “Oh, you don’t know who I am, do you? I’m the elemental everyone’s afraid of. They call me the Destroyer.”
His eyes, even as deeply set as they were in his skull, bugged out and he began to truly fight me. I drew on the strength of the Earth and held him easily. “Who sent you?”
“No one, no one. I was supposed to seduce the witch,” he spit out, words tumbling over themselves.
“Wait, Milly?” Rylee lifted the sword and pressed the tip into the siren’s belly. He went completely still.
“Yes, Milly was the mark. But she’s been avoiding me. So you were the back up plan. I was to follow
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