The sounds of the aftermath of the Bound's museum massacre sprang up around her. People were still screaming. Emergency sirens were wailing. In her mind, Julia tasted smoke.
She aimed for the crowd that was filling the Mall, hoping to disappear in numbers, but several of the people she was running toward pointed at something behind her and shrieked.
Julia felt a body's heat a second before something grabbed her leg. She fell face first into the scratchy grass, narrowly avoiding a Nephilim's blade. He flew toward they crowd, and the people scattered, screaming. He landed in the grass facing Julia and charged. She rolled to the right to avoid his second swing.
His third was too fast. She felt her skin tear, and her hands fumbled for her stomach, where warm blood dripped onto her jeans. By the time she realized the wound wasn't deep, the Nephilim had his sword over his head. Julia whispered an apology to Cayne and closed her eyes.
Gunfire erupted behind her, and Julia's eyes popped open. Dozens of bullets ripped into the Nephilim's chest. His white shirt became red and his pretty face went slack and his stark white feathers began to fall in bundles.
Julia spun around. Five armed men in gray uniforms stood beside a van. A sixth clutched a sword and wore a red patch on his arm. He was familiar, though she couldn't quite place him. His mahogany hair was close-cropped, his eyes were dark, and he seemed about her age. Maybe a couple of years older.
Kind of cute
, said a laughing voice from her memory. He rushed past her, moving faster than a human should, and drove his sword through the half-demon's heart.
The Nephilim jerked once and then stilled. Julia wobbled to her feet, and her savoir extended his hand. "I'm Nathan. Are you okay?" His smile was pleasant, and Julia got the sense that he wanted her to smile back.
She didn't. "I'm okay, but I need to find my friend." She hurried back past the busses, and Nathan ran to catch up.
"Slow down." Julia felt a burst of compulsion at the sound of his voice; she ignored it.
"Cayne!" she called. She circled the back side of the museum, glancing frantically from bushes to bike racks to newspaper stands, but he was nowhere to be seen. She rounded on Nathan, who was still following her. Something about his face made her feel sick.
"Where is he?" she whispered.
"Where is who?"
"Where's Cayne? What happened to him? Please! I need to know!" In the garish glow of lamp light, everything seemed to swim.
Nathan's arched a brow. "You mean the Nephilim?"
"
Cayne
."
"It has been contained."
"
Contained
?"
"The Bound was exorcised," Nathan said, "and the Nephilim has been taken into custody."
"
Custody?
" Julia grabbed a tree's branch as her stomach clenched. "Custody for what? What did he do?"
The one named Nathan smirked. "You don't know anything, do you?"
Terror filled her. She didn't care what she knew or didn't know. "I need my friend!
Please!
Who are you?"
He folded his arms. "A better question: Who is he?"
She stepped closer to the smug asshole, raising her fist, like that would do something. Her heart was beating so hard that her head spun.
"Where is Cayne?" she tried again. Her voice sounded weak and far away.
Then everything unraveled very slowly, like a horrible scene from a horrible movie. Nathan's smile disappeared. The light above them flickered as the city's noise pulsed--loud, then awfully quiet.
"Cayne," she whispered.
Nathan's eyes bored into hers. He sneered. "Your 'friend' is to stand trial for crimes against our Brotherhood."
Julia made a futile effort to comprehend.
Nathan smiled and unbuttoned his left sleeve. He raised it, revealing a crimson stain on his wrist. "He is to be put to death for crimes against
us
."
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Stolen
, the next book in the Stained saga,
is coming March 10, 2012!
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Milo Mitchell's life used to be charmed, but that was before her family dissolved, she went a little crazy, and her best friends started acting more like strangers. Spending Saturday morning in a treehouse with a stun gun for company and a herd of deer for friends is the only exciting thing in her life...until she shoots a fawn and finds her dart stuck in a guy.
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