Dark Angel
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At the words, the energy poured out of me in a rush. There were no lights, no glowing energy or anything else that would cost a special effects company a crap load of money, just a tingling in the air like tiny electrical currents and a burst of wind.
I staggered as the sigil’s energy roared out of me and almost lost my balance.
It hit demon-Julia.
She stumbled back, shock replacing her smile and her features growing distant. She thrashed, her head shaking as she kept muttering the same word, over and over again— no . She froze with a frightening suddenness, and her body eased into relaxation. Then her shoulders shook as she began to laugh.
“Told you so,” said demon-Julia, a smile in her voice. “Your witch tricks won’t work on me.”
Damn. This was really not my night. I flicked my gaze back at my sigil. It was fine. Perfect, even drawn under duress. So why hadn’t it worked?
Breathing hard, I sagged with a bit of tiredness. Channeling so much energy through me was like running a marathon, and a sudden weakness in my limbs made me sway.
But I wasn’t giving up. Not today. Not ever. And not when a young girl’s life was at stake.
Jaw clenched, I took a step toward the demon until we were but ten feet apart, focusing on the energy I was still channeling through the sigil.
I took a shaking breath and said, “In the name of our Lord—”
A hard burst of energy hit me, sending me across the room. I landed sprawled on my butt with my legs in the air. Not pretty. My head smashed against the ground a moment later, complete with a burst of black spots in my vision and very real pain. My palms curled into claws as I panted through the pain and tasted blood in my mouth. My concentration vanished, and with it, some of my nerve.
Did I mention this was seriously not my night?
“You have no power over me, half-breed,” laughed the demon, a sneer to her voice.
My magic didn’t work. The exorcism that should have released the girl did absolutely nothing. Head pounding like I’d hit it with a sledgehammer, I blinked and rolled over to my side.
Demon-Julia walked over to me and snarled, “I’m going to feast on your flesh, little witch.”
Oh. Shit.
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KIM RICHARDSON is the award-winning author of the bestselling SOUL GUARDIANS series. She lives in the eastern part of Canada with her husband, two dogs and a very old cat. She is the author of the SOUL GUARDIANS series, the MYSTICS series, and the DIVIDED REALMS series. Kim’s books are available in print editions, and translations are available in over seven languages.
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