Lucifer (Dark Angels Book 1)

nose break.  B’s mind spun.  His wounds weren’t healing as they should have.  He could feel the blood, warm and sticky on his face, as he tried to ward off a flurry of fists.  His bones cracked and snapped beneath Keir’s assault.  Shoring up his remaining strength, B tucked up his legs and kicked out at his assailant, sending Keir flying through the air.  B rolled to one side and hauled himself to his feet, staggering a few steps toward the mouth of the alley.  There was no way he’d be pursued onto the crowded sidewalk.  One thing the dark and the light agreed on was the standing rule that knowledge about the supernatural world should be avoided among the general human population. Only a few more paces and he’d be in plain sight of everyone on the street.  An iron grip clamped down on his upper arm, spinning him around to face an irate Keir.  His features were twisted in rage, his glowing red eyes boring into B’s hazel ones.  B’s back slammed into the brick of the building behind him, he wheezed as the air was expelled from his lungs with the force of impact.

“Why can’t you just lay down and die?”  Keir spat out at him.

With nothing to lose, B let his smartass mouth off-leash.  “I’m going to assume that’s a rhetorical question.”  He mumbled through his split lips.

Keir hissed in response, drawing a dagger out of a loop on his belt.  “Enough!”

B felt the dagger bite into the side of his neck as Keir applied pressure.  “Shit,” he breathed as he squeezed his eyes shut.  He’d imagined how he would go out many times over his long existence…so this was how it was going down.  He felt his skin split as the dagger was drawn across his neck.  Oddly, it didn’t hurt; he just felt a strange warmth as his blood flowed out onto the ground.  A scream pierced the air and B felt his body falling.  His eyes snapped open as his skull connected with the concrete.  The dagger landed right beside him, the blade only inches from his eyes.  B was able to clearly make out the words etched into the flat surface.  In nomine diaboli.  Not good.  The dagger had been charmed to seriously fuck up immortals.  Before his eyes the pool of blood spread out around the dagger.

“Oh, fuck.”  B groaned as his brain went offline, and he was engulfed in a beautiful darkness.

About The Author

Mandy Lee

Office worker by day, writer by night!  Mandy Lee has a passion for all things paranormal and sci-fi.  She spends her nights typing away with a metric tonne of coffee to keep her going, and watching more Star Trek than is probably healthy.

Dark Angels: Lucifer