Sin Eaters: Devotion Book One by Kai Leakes Page B

low fade glowed with his power, and his emerald eyes burned bright, ready for battle.
    The Medusa grinned with excitement as she bounced up and ran after him.
    Calvin smirked, ducking from flying objects being hurled at him, and skidded to a halt. Arms crossed, he stood in a b-boy stance as he waited. Adrenaline made him fist his hands as he dropped to the ground. Swift and precise, he hoisted himself up on one hand to spin-kick the screeching banshee down the street. Expertly landing in a backflip, he followed as she swung her nails at him in a frenzied attack.
    â€œEy, you don’t know who you fuckin’ wit, little momma. Ya heard me?” Calvin said in his thick New Orleans accent.
    â€œAnd you don’t know who you are playing with, baby.” The Medusa seductively walked toward him, crouching low to sharpen her nails against the street pavement. “Your accent is horrendous. Must you debase the queen’s language so?” Flipping her braids over her shoulder, she suddenly pivoted then jumped toward him in a spiral turn in the air, hitting his back with the skill of a martial arts master.
    â€œYeah, shawty, enjoy it. Shit!” Calvin hissed as he pushed back and swung his blade at her, its metal edge making contact with her razor braids. Sweat covered his face as he watched the Medusa clutch her arm, blood sliding over her fingers while he ran in a zigzag.
    Calvin heard Khamun let off a round of Light bullets from his gun as he crouched low, holding his side, his leather trench coat moving as he aimed. He knew he had to help get his bro out of here. Poison was affecting him, and he could see it in his glowing eyes.
    The Medusa laughed, her lithe, curvaceous body quickly jumping and pivoting from each bullet before she landed right in front of Calvin, stopping him in his tracks. Quick as a flash, she grabbed him by his shirt and pressed him against a car. Her plush blood red lips parted near his neck, to expose her slowly extending fangs.
    Calvin held his blade against her belly as she sharply inhaled his scent.
    â€œMmmm,” she moaned as her nails dug into his shirt, cutting the fabric but not flesh. Her brown-sugar eyes flickered with glee while she studied his features. “You both are so fun to play with,” she muttered. Her tongue slipped out, thick yet thin like a snake, and its ribbed satin surface slid over Calvin’s jaw and neck as she found his mouth. Her free hand gripped his jaw as the pad of her thumb ran over his lower lip, and she forced her tongue in, kissing him deep. Her plump lips drew his lower lip into her mouth as she sucked and tugged, before letting go with a satisfied smirk.
    â€œGet off me!” Calvin spat.
    The Medusa chuckled, jumping back.
    Calvin’s anger caused him to move quickly to ram his blade into her, but he missed her by mere second.
    At the same time a high-pitched sound pierced the air. Its tone made both men clutch their ears and fall to their knees as the Medusa looked down the street, smoothed her braids, and sashayed away.
    Calvin tried pushing up to follow her but ended up watching her flip over a car and disappear in the night.
    Her voice echoed back, “I am being called back, but we will all play again later.”
    Khamun shook his head as Calvin glanced around, wiping the sweat from his face with a grunt. His tattoos and symbols faded with the drop of his energy. Calvin glared, pissed. His body clearly had drained the large amount of magic used in battle.
    Languidly walking toward a now standing Khamun, he inhaled sharply then laughed. “Damn!”
    â€œWhat?” Khamun looked down at his wound, smelling the rank poison while he limped toward his car.
    Calvin was close behind him, mirroring his movement with a slight limp. “Let me get that shit outta ya system, homie,” he muttered. He turned his face, scrunching it up in a scowl as he reached out toward his boy.
    Puss seeped from the cuts inflicted on