Fallen Angel Reclaimed: The Complete Series by Lacey Carter Andersen
7
Mark landedhard on the ground, coughing blood, and trying to calm his swimming head. One minute he’d been in the desert fighting, and now… what had happened?
We teleported.
Damn it! That can’t be good!
He sensed the angels looming over him and fought his panic. They’d taken him? But why?
How can I help the others if I’m not with them?
Gritting his teeth, he willed himself to be strong, but he felt awful. Not at all prepared to fight for his life against impossible odds. Wearily his gaze moved over the strange place they’d teleported into.
Am I in a temple?
He squinted against the bright light that filtered from high above him and peered into the darkness of the room. Moss crept along the ground and walls of the grey brick that made up the building, and the air was tinged with salt. But otherwise, he had no clues as to where he was. The large room was empty, and there were no sounds of civilization that he could hear.
So I’m near the ocean. Well, that doesn’t bode well for an escape attempt.
He shifted slightly and clenched his teeth together to stop himself from crying out. Warmth oozed from the wound on his chest and his arm. As a demon, he could heal from such injuries, but he’d need to rest.
Not fight five angels.
Looking up at them, he watched as Frink moved closer and knelt down in front of him. With his injuries he didn't even have the strength left to scoot away from Frink. He lay there, helpless.
Frink looked Mark up and down and then spat on the dirty stone floor beside him. “I expected more from a druid.”
Mark’s hand shook as he wiped the blood from his mouth. “Sorry to disappoint.”
Frink's smile chilled Mark to his core. “Where’s the necklace?”
Fuck.“Necklace?”
“The God Finder.”
Mark’s heart slammed against his rib cage and it took everything he had not to look down at the magical necklace he wore. The angels couldn’t see it, nor could Caine. How did they learn about it? And how did they know he had it?
Even while the questions swirled through his head, he knew it didn’t matter. All that mattered was making sure it didn’t end up in their hands. If they got it, he couldn’t find the Immortals and couldn’t save them. Everything they’d sacrificed would be for nothing.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, as calmly as he could manage.
Frink’s smile widened. “I bet we could get it by severing your head.”
A couple of the angels snickered behind him.
Mark's vision swayed. He’d lost too much blood. He needed to rest or he'd never heal.
“Like I said, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Frink’s soul-blade appeared in his hand. “This might surprise you, but I’m accustomed to getting what I want. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll tell me whatever I want to know.”
A shiver ran down his spine. “Do what you have to, but I don’t have the information you’re looking for.”
Frink raised a brow. “Either way, I’ll have some fun. Boys, let’s see how much damage we can do before we kill him.”
Mark closed his eyes. He’d already died once. He’d do it again if he had to in order to save the world.
Even if it was a slow, painful death.
