Vessel: The Demontouched Saga (Book 4) by Douglas Wayne Page B

yet,” she says. “I must prepare you for the battle we must fight first.”
    “I don’t follow,” Nal says, lowering his weapon. “What battle are you talking about?”
    “There will be another battle on the riverfront. This time, we cannot rely on Tamiel’s sacrifice to seal the gate. This battle will require the aid of humans like you if we are to keep the forces of hell out of this world.”
    “So you are saying they have it veiled?”
    She nods. “Abaddon works under your noses to rebuild the portal, sending his lesser minions to keep you busy.”
    “He’s doing a good job,” Nal says, looking at me.
    After the last few weeks, I’m inclined to agree. I’ve hardly had time to think since Nal sent me after Duncan, let alone anything else.
    I look up, hearing the sound of a motorcycle speeding our way.
    “We going to let this one escape?” Nal says, pointing to the tattooed guy driving off on a red crotch rocket.
    “Not on my watch.” I toss my blades to the ground and step in front of him. Seeing me in the open, he revs the gas harder while aiming the bike at me. With my hands out, I quickly latch onto the fork holding the front tire with my power. A smile reaches my lips as I shift my hand to the left, turning his front tire sharply to the left with him rolling over the handlebars.
    He hits the pavement rolling, leaving a ten foot long trail of flesh and bone in his path.
    “Where are you going?” I say, drawing both blades to my hands.
    He scoots backwards a few feet, unable to stand up thanks to losing half of his calf in the crash. I can see the flesh healing, telling me I need to move fast.
    “Guess I won’t be seeing you at the party,” I say, thrusting my sword through his heart. When he grasps the blade, trying to pull it out, I kneel beside him and shove my dagger through the soft flesh of his throat and into his skull.
    As he shakes violently on the pavement, I place my hand on his face, drawing the tendrils of his soul into my body.
    “Now we go save Sara,” I say, wiping the man’s blood off on his pants.
    “You must not,” Nancy says. “Not yet.”
    “Why the hell not?”
    “Her bond is not pure, but they don’t know it.” she says. “If you press them now, they will force the bond even more. If that happens you may lose her forever.” She takes a few steps towards Alana’s body in the middle of the road. “I believe she is still with us.”
    I walk over and kneel next to Alana on the ground. Her face is pale and her eyes glassy. I can tell she doesn’t have much longer.
    “I’m sorry,” she says, coughing up blood.
    “Don’t be,” I say. “You did well.”
    She allows a smile to form on her lips before coughing more.
    “I can take you home,” I say. “If you like.”
    She looks up at me, tears in her eyes and nods.
    Nal turns away when I place my hand on her head, drawing her soul into my body.
    “Having a reaper on our side will give us a much better chance,” she says.
    I blink a few times trying to fight off the tears. “Will we have a chance to save Sara?”
    At this point, that’s all I care about.
    She nods again. “There will be a window in the coming weeks we can use to save her. Until then, we must let her go.”
    “What the hell are we supposed to do in the meantime?” I say.
    “We take this one back to her husband,” she says, motioning to the woman behind her. “After that, we must hunt. It is vital to keep them from gaining too much strength.”
    Nal looks over and smiles. “I know just the place to start.”
     
     
     
     
    Continued in Sacrifice
     
     
     
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