Michelle Rowen - Wicked Kiss

I spun to see who’d thrown it. Zach had arrived and was crouched beside Cassandra. His eyes blazed bright blue in the darkness. Bishop’s weren’t the only eyes that did that; it was an angel thing.

Zach had thrown the knife with perfect aim. And here I thought he was a peaceful angel who saved kids from drowning and could heal injuries.

He was also a deadly warrior when necessary.

For a horrible second I thought the dagger’d had no affect at all on this gray, that along with his super strength, he’d somehow become immortal and omnipotent.

Not the case.

He dropped to his knees. Blood soaked the front of his white shirt. He sent a hate-filled glare in my direction.

“Take a good look,” he growled. “This is your future whether you like it or not. Soon enough, they’ll kill you, too.”

He shuddered, then he fell forward onto the pavement.

There wasn’t even a moment to catch my breath before the Hollow appeared out of nowhere and opened wide.

I’d seen it twice before. Both times it had scared me so much I could barely function.

Seeing a black, swirling vortex appear out of absolutely nowhere wasn’t the most natural sight in the world. It opened like a mouth with a bottomless hunger, ready to take whatever supernatural was in its path. It was triggered by a death, by blood, but it didn’t seem to differentiate between the living and the dead. If you were in its path, then you were in serious trouble.

It was torture to think that Carly was in there somewhere—still alive. And I had no idea how to get her back out again.

The gray was closest. With fingerlike tendrils of living, breathing darkness, the Hollow reached out like a horrible hand and pulled him into the vortex. I swear, it was bigger this time, and stronger, as if all of the supernaturals it had taken had made it gain a few pounds. It shifted as if scanning the area, stopping on me for a brief moment. I swear, the Hollow looked at me. Right at me.

“Carly!” I screamed. “Carly! Where are you?”

Maybe if she could hear me. Maybe...

The horrific swirling gateway began to inch closer to me...nearer and nearer...

But then Bishop grabbed hold of me and tried to drag me back, his teeth clenched with pain from his massive shoulder injury. It was enough to snap me out of my daze. I held on to him tightly. The Hollow wouldn’t hesitate to grab me. It had tried before, and I had the strangest feeling that it was annoyed that it hadn’t succeeded.

“We’ll find Carly,” he shouted, barely loud enough for me to hear him over the roar of the Hollow. “But it won’t be tonight. I’m not losing you like this.”

To my right, I saw a horrific sight. Cassandra’s unconscious body was sliding across the pavement toward the vortex that had moved away from me. It reached for her, black smoky fingers curling around her ankles.

But then seemingly out of nowhere, Roth launched himself through the air, tackling Cassandra, and rolling them both out of range.

With no one left in its sights, the Hollow began to swirl smaller and smaller until it finally, thankfully, disappeared completely. The thunderous sound—like being in the middle of a tornado—vanished like somebody had pressed the off button on a gigantic stereo.

I still clung to Bishop. He pulled back from me, checking my face, my arms, making sure that I wasn’t hurt. His brows were drawn tightly together and his left arm hung slackly at his side.

“Are you okay?” he demanded.

I fought to breathe normally, but I nodded. “Bishop, your shoulder...”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s shattered.”

“I’ll live. But you...” His gaze moved over my face, his brows tight together. “You’re not seriously hurt.”

“No. But Cassandra is.”

He swore under his breath. Then, with a last searching look, he pushed up off the ground and went to Cassandra’s side.

It was so quick I’d barely had a chance to let the tantalizing scent of his soul affect me. I wished I could say that after what had happened with the gray it didn’t bother me, but it had. My hunger surged forward. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to push it back.

“Can you fix her?” Bishop’s words to Zach were tight. Roth, Zach and Bishop gathered in a circle around Cassandra.

I stayed where I was, a safe distance away, watching tensely.

“I think so.” Zach gently rolled Cassandra over onto her stomach.

I’d experienced something extremely similar nearly two weeks ago when a searchlight had led me to Roth. When he’d been “reborn” after the ritual, he’d immediately sensed I was a gray. And he’d been sent here to kill grays. He quickly and efficiently broke my neck. I’d been only moments away from death when Zach managed to heal me. And I swear, when an angel heals you, it’s as if nothing ever happened. Better than that, really. My neck had honestly never felt so good. Still did. He was like a Heaven-sent chiropractor.

“Cassandra, can you hear us?” Bishop asked, touching her shoulder gently.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Hold still and let Zach help you.”

“All right. Go ahead.” Her pain-filled eyes narrowed. “And hurry up.”

I couldn’t help but smile shakily at that. The angel was very bossy and it didn’t matter what the situation was. I wondered if all host angels were the same.

Zach pushed her sweater up farther to reveal more of her winged-tattoo-like imprint, identical to Bishop’s and the other angels’. Then he placed his hands on Cassandra’s spine and closed his eyes. His hands began to glow white. Cassandra cried out, and every muscle in my body tensed in sympathy.

I remembered that this felt worse before it felt better—like fire burning straight through your flesh and into your bones.

Finally, Zach returned her sweater to its regular position and helped her to her feet. She wavered unsteadily for a moment, but then got her balance.

“You’re next,” Zach said, before he quickly worked to heal Bishop’s broken shoulder and facial cuts and scrapes.

This was close. Too close. That gray had wanted to crush him into dust right in front of me.

Cassandra looked at Zach. “Thank you.” Then at Bishop. “Both of you.”

Roth cleared his throat. She flicked a glance at him.

“I saved you, sweetheart,” he told her flatly. “You almost got sucked into the Hollow.”

Her expression tightened, but she finally nodded. “Thank you, Roth.”

“Yeah, whatever.” He laughed. “I saved an angel’s ass. Can’t believe it. Good thing you’ve got a nice ass.”

Her cheeks turned red before she looked at me. “I apologize for failing you.”

I stared at her, stunned. “Failing me? He knocked you out cold.”

“It’s unacceptable.” She shook her head, looking angry at herself. “I should have expected—”

“Expected something like that?” Bishop said, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re not omniscient. You didn’t know. That was different than anything we’ve ever been faced with before.”

“It was horrible.” She let out a shaky sigh and let Bishop put his arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him.

Despite everything we’d just experienced, the sight made my face start to burn. I fought hard not to let my inner flare of jealousy show on the surface. “He knew where Stephen was.”

Bishop’s gaze flicked to mine. “Did you want us to let him live?”

My attention brushed against the dead girl nearby and my throat closed. “No. He was a monster. But I—I don’t understand why he was that strong.”

He let go of Cassandra to come stand right in front of me. I studied the ground, feeling his gaze on me, before I finally looked up to meet it. He raised his hand as if to touch me, but then his hand dropped to his side, clenching into a fist. “I haven’t seen anything like that before. Feeding too much...it must make them very strong just before it destroys their minds.”