FACE YOUR DEMON (NIGHT WATCH #3) BY CYNTHIA EDEN – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Cynthia Eden
- Language: English
- Genre: Paranormal / Sci-Fi
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It was a damn sorry night to die, but then, Zane Wynter didn’t
plan on dying. Killing, yeah, that was a possibility, but not dying.
Fire exploded in the night. A white-hot mountain of flames burned right
through the roof of the three-story antebellum house on Francis Street and
shot toward the sky, its greedy claws a bright orange in the darkness.
“Sonofabitch.” The breath of the flames scorched Zane’s skin. This was
supposed to have been an easy collar. Go in, knock out the demon waiting
inside, claim his bounty. A simple night’s work for a Night Watch hunter.
After the collar, he’d planned to get a beer and maybe a fuck.
He took off his jacket and tossed it onto the ground. No sense getting
ash on it.
A scream burst from inside the house. He stilled at the sound because
that—that was a woman’s scream. And his prey was male.
Victim inside. Not just the killer he wanted, but maybe an innocent
trapped in that inferno, too.
Shit. It really was a piss-poor night. He took a breath, squared his
shoulders, and knew that he had to go into that damn house. Sometimes, it
just sucked to be him.
Zane raced forward even as the windows of the antebellum exploded,
sending glass raining down on him. One kick and he knocked down the
front door. Smoke rose, a thick gray fog. The flames crackled, and the
house fell around him.
“Jacobson!” Zane yelled the bastard’s name. Henry Jacobson. A demon
who’d been hunting and killing for the vampires in Baton Rouge. A vamp’s
bitch. Seriously, what was worse? “Jacobson, where are you?” The smoke
stung his nose and made his eyes water as he thundered through the rooms,
searching through the smoke and flames.
Another scream. He ran for the stairs, a long, curving staircase that
ended in fire and fury. Someone was on the steps. He saw a shadow in the
smoke, someone hunched over, holding tight to the railing.
Too small to be his prey.
Victim. Had Jacobson been getting ready for another kill?
Zane took the stairs three at a time. Chunks of the ceiling fell, hitting
close to him, and the heat scorched his skin. He coughed and choked on the
smoke that thickened the air.
Zane reached out and grabbed—
“Help me!” Desperate blue eyes met his. Wide and dark. So dark. A
deep, dark blue. They reflected the flames and her fear.
The woman—small, curvy, shaking—threw her body against his and
held on with all her strength. “K-kill…m-me…he was…g-gonna…” She
broke off, coughing, choking, just like him.
The roof groaned above them. A long, low rumble that couldn’t be a
good sign. He glanced up and saw the cracks and rolling fire in what was
left of the ceiling. Fuck.
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