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CHAPTER 14

Demigod of Death

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She stood there, mylamb, the girl from my dreams.

Her lush, lavender hair flew wildly in the electric wind, her full pink lips pulled back in a snarl, and her green eyes that made the rest of the world seem pale burned with unquenchable fire.

Her touch had created a firestorm in my blood.

She was the first woman who had touched me and lived, even in my dreams.

My heart, which had never beaten for anyone, pounded in my chest. For her, my blood heated in my ancient, icy veins, just as it had in my dreams.

I saw only her, nothing and no one else, until her roar brought me out of my trance.

I now noticed the rest of the scene.

Four demons surrounded her in the demolished street, closing in to maim and capture her.

Instead of cowering, my brave lamb waved a spear, like a warrior made of fire. She poured her rage out as she thrust the spearhead toward her foes.

Acid fire twisted my innards as I noted her own blood covering her academy uniform.

She’d been beaten and tortured.

Wrath filled my being.

Her enemies would pay. I’d tear them apart for what they did to my lamb.

My black wings summoned the wind.

She was mine to protect and then to claim, possess, and keep forever.

I’d been haunting Manhattan, the beast’s belly, in search of the coveted weapon a prophecy said would appear at these coordinates.

A weapon called the living flame would tilt the scales of the war between Hell and Heaven. I wouldn’t allow such a weapon to fall into Lucifer’s hands.

So far I hadn’t found the weapons—not even a trace of it. But now I’d found the treasure of my heart.

I’d found my mate.

With black wind on my ebony wings and a fiery black longsword in my grip, I tore into the horde of the demons to shield my lamb.

I was the Demigod of Death, and I would never allow death to touch her.



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