Seized: An Urban Fantasy Novel (The Thrice Cursed Mage Book 4) by J.A. Cipriano
Authors: J.A. Cipriano
Tags: Action & Adventure
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A dead nun with what looked like a still-glowing broadsword, lay at her feet in a steadily expanding pool of blood. Jenna glanced up from the dead nun and looked me over.
“Nice of you to come save me, Mac,” she said, quirking a sculpted eyebrow in my direction.
“Guess no one ever told her not to bring a knife to a gunfight,” I said, tossing the AK47 to Jenna since I had two, and I figured she knew how to use the gun.
“The sisters were never known for being particularly smart.” She caught it in a smooth motion while kicking off the pair of black stilettos she’d been wearing. She slipped her feet into a sensible pair of black flats, which were likely way better for, you know, supernatural heists and dealing with homicidal nuns.
“That’s probably why they didn’t just set the building on fire and wait across the way with sniper rifles. It’s what I’d have done,” I said, running through a million more effective scenarios in my head.
Jenna shook her head. “No, instead they come in big and loud. All flash and bang.” She stepped in front of me and began making her way down the hallway, the AK47 gripped comfortably in her hands like she’d used the weapon a million times. Evidently, she didn’t need me to go first. Well, that was fine. I had no pressing desire to get myself shot. “It’s the kind of thing you’d do to distract your opponent while someone slipped behind them and slit their throats.”
She drew her thumb across her neck as she said the words. I took an unconscious step back. Only it wasn’t because of what she said or done. No, it was because of the thought that spiraled into my brain. Something was wrong with this scenario.
“Unless they are distracting us while Beleth does the ritual.” As soon as my words, left my mouth all the color drained from Jenna’s ebony face.
“That… is an excellent point,” she said, worry tingeing her voice as she glanced into the far room. She must have been satisfied because a heartbeat later she stepped through the threshold. “We need to hurry and pray you’re wrong. If not, this is going to get a lot worse.”
I sighed, noting how she’d neglected to finish her sentence with “before it gets better.” Something told me that wasn’t just an oversight on her part.
Chapter 6
While I was trying to get the demon who had given me my arm to help me escape, but like always she was too busy ignoring my cries we encountered more nuns. Before I could even blast them with my shotgun, Jenna had reduced them to piles of bloody meat with three quick bursts of her AK47. It was amazing because while I thought I was pretty damned awesome at shooting things in the face, she put me to shame in an awe-inspiring way. Yeah, she was that good.
As we crossed the room, heading back outside and hopefully toward the rest of our crew, a nun came flying bodily through the mirror to our left. It shattered in a spray of glass revealing a room on the other side of the broken mirror.
“Guess that’s seven years of bad luck,” I said as the nun collapsed to the ground next to us. Her body was a mass of cuts and bruises, and even though her throat had been torn out, and she was spraying blood from her carotid artery like a fountain, she still tried to bring her shotgun around to blast us.
Thankfully, the weapon slipped from her bloody fingers before she could pull the trigger. As it clattered lifelessly to the slate, Vitaly glanced at us from the other side of the hole in the mirror. He hadn’t shifted, but the big Russian looked angrier than a mama bear protecting her cubs.
“We need to leave,” Vitaly said, gesturing at the downed nun with one bloody hand, while pulling out his flask with the other. Sprays of blood marred his otherwise nice black shirt, but I was assuming it’d have looked ten times worse if he’d been wearing white. “I sent Wendy outside to start car. I came back to
A dead nun with what looked like a still-glowing broadsword, lay at her feet in a steadily expanding pool of blood. Jenna glanced up from the dead nun and looked me over.
“Nice of you to come save me, Mac,” she said, quirking a sculpted eyebrow in my direction.
“Guess no one ever told her not to bring a knife to a gunfight,” I said, tossing the AK47 to Jenna since I had two, and I figured she knew how to use the gun.
“The sisters were never known for being particularly smart.” She caught it in a smooth motion while kicking off the pair of black stilettos she’d been wearing. She slipped her feet into a sensible pair of black flats, which were likely way better for, you know, supernatural heists and dealing with homicidal nuns.
“That’s probably why they didn’t just set the building on fire and wait across the way with sniper rifles. It’s what I’d have done,” I said, running through a million more effective scenarios in my head.
Jenna shook her head. “No, instead they come in big and loud. All flash and bang.” She stepped in front of me and began making her way down the hallway, the AK47 gripped comfortably in her hands like she’d used the weapon a million times. Evidently, she didn’t need me to go first. Well, that was fine. I had no pressing desire to get myself shot. “It’s the kind of thing you’d do to distract your opponent while someone slipped behind them and slit their throats.”
She drew her thumb across her neck as she said the words. I took an unconscious step back. Only it wasn’t because of what she said or done. No, it was because of the thought that spiraled into my brain. Something was wrong with this scenario.
“Unless they are distracting us while Beleth does the ritual.” As soon as my words, left my mouth all the color drained from Jenna’s ebony face.
“That… is an excellent point,” she said, worry tingeing her voice as she glanced into the far room. She must have been satisfied because a heartbeat later she stepped through the threshold. “We need to hurry and pray you’re wrong. If not, this is going to get a lot worse.”
I sighed, noting how she’d neglected to finish her sentence with “before it gets better.” Something told me that wasn’t just an oversight on her part.
Chapter 6
While I was trying to get the demon who had given me my arm to help me escape, but like always she was too busy ignoring my cries we encountered more nuns. Before I could even blast them with my shotgun, Jenna had reduced them to piles of bloody meat with three quick bursts of her AK47. It was amazing because while I thought I was pretty damned awesome at shooting things in the face, she put me to shame in an awe-inspiring way. Yeah, she was that good.
As we crossed the room, heading back outside and hopefully toward the rest of our crew, a nun came flying bodily through the mirror to our left. It shattered in a spray of glass revealing a room on the other side of the broken mirror.
“Guess that’s seven years of bad luck,” I said as the nun collapsed to the ground next to us. Her body was a mass of cuts and bruises, and even though her throat had been torn out, and she was spraying blood from her carotid artery like a fountain, she still tried to bring her shotgun around to blast us.
Thankfully, the weapon slipped from her bloody fingers before she could pull the trigger. As it clattered lifelessly to the slate, Vitaly glanced at us from the other side of the hole in the mirror. He hadn’t shifted, but the big Russian looked angrier than a mama bear protecting her cubs.
“We need to leave,” Vitaly said, gesturing at the downed nun with one bloody hand, while pulling out his flask with the other. Sprays of blood marred his otherwise nice black shirt, but I was assuming it’d have looked ten times worse if he’d been wearing white. “I sent Wendy outside to start car. I came back to
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