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And on top all that, she does this all with a broken heart and other conflicting feelings for a certain boy named Kaidan Rowe. A Vision of Shadows 3: A drunken kiss in the bathroom between me and some random guy. A mansion in the works. They really made an album?
Haunted by demon whisperers, Anna does whatever she can to survive, even if it means earning an unwanted reputation as her school's party girl. And all the while there's gorgeous bad-boy Kaidan Rowe, the son of the Duke of Lust, plaguing her heart and mind. Anna discovers it is her fate to banish demons from the earth, and save the other Nephilim from their dark destiny.
Until then, Anna and Kaidan must put aside the issues between them, overcome the steamiest of temptations yet, and face the ultimate question: Unbeknownst to the Roman community, earthbound demons were making use of the infamous Colosseum. Twelve of the fallen ones, the Dukes, were present in human form, while the others hovered as spirits, blotting celestial light from the night sky.
Rahab, the Duke of Pride, took his place in the center, exhilarated by the attention his presence commanded. He looked out with vehemence on thousands of Duke descendants, the Nephilim race, who had been summoned to the meeting from all corners of the earth. A reverent combination of hissing and chanting filled the Colosseum—the ghoulish melody issued from the Dukes and the spirits overhead as they flapped their massive wings in unison. A chill spread across the expectant audience as Rahab poised himself to reveal the purpose of their gathering.
It has come to our attention that two of you Nephilim no longer find it necessary to focus on the work for which you were bred. Rahab turned his stare to a teenage girl in the crowd, who flinched as if stung by his cruel gaze.
She averted her almond eyes, a dark lock falling from her upswept hair as she shrank back. Come forward, daughter of Alocer. At these words from Rahab, the girl gave a violent shudder. Duke Alocer made his way to the front, forehead creased with displeasure as he sought his daughter. Femi whispered so low that normal human ears would never have caught it, but every being in the Colosseum that night heard. This is commonplace, Rahab.
He did not bother disguising his irritation. Pregnancy is hardly a worthy reason to call forth an emergency summit. The girl is a hard worker. Ah, yes. No doubt, you conceived while in the act of leading a human to sin. Alocer stared down, bewildered. Who have you been with? She shook her head, hair dragging on the ground around his feet.
Rahab bent down and yanked Femi by the hair, forcing her to look up. Answer your father. Tell him! He is one of them— one of her own kind. A collective gasp rose from the crowd, followed by quick whispers and a hush.
Suspicions were raised by one of my very own Legionnaires, and confirmation was made by a fellow Neph. Who was it? Duke Sonellion asked, icy hatred in his crystalline eyes. Who do we get to punish? This cannot be! The eyes of Duke Jezebet shone deep red as he stepped forward to face Rahab. He was the smallest of the Dukes, but his quickness and sharp eyes lent him a powerful presence. Where is the Neph who has made this claim? I regret to say she took her own life after revealing this hideous truth to us.
Rahab settled a hand over his heart. The crowd began to part. All turned toward Yoshiro as he came through, taller than his father, carrying a thin sword. Stupid boy! Jezebet chided him. Have you no sense? You are to work against humanity, not waste away your days with a sister Nephilim! He set down his sword. How very romantic. But must I point out the obvious? You both forfeited her life the moment she conceived. Rahab paced for a moment, eyeing the distance with a dark smile.
Did you know some half-million humans perished in these very walls? I do so hope that our two little gladiators will attempt to escape.
Several Dukes laughed without true humor, while the remaining Nephilim moved farther away, placing as much distance as possible between themselves and the unfolding events. Rahab threw out his arms, a cruel smile on his lips as he called to the couple. Femi rose to her feet with a sob and pushed her way through the Dukes to Yoshiro.
They grabbed hands, and together they sprinted the length of the broken Colosseum, flanked by pestering spirits who gave chase above them.
Several Dukes cheered with malicious glee at the sight. Rahab scanned the crowd and pointed to a male among the outskirts. The straight-faced young man stepped out with a bow slung across his shoulder. The Neph set his jaw and hesitated only a moment before nodding. He took an arrow from the quiver on his back and readied his bow. Despite the cool night, a bead of sweat rolled into his eye and he bent his head to his sleeve, wiping.
His aim was perfect. For two heartbeats, the Colosseum was ghostly quiet as Femi and Yoshiro fell, limbs draped across each other in a macabre heap. Rahab chuckled. Be still, Thamuz. Consider this a reminder to you all! Your single purpose is to carry forth sin to humanity. If you choose to do otherwise, you forfeit your time on earth. And if you choose to forget your fates, rest assured that I will not.
Now go! Leave us to our summit. Rahab cracked his knuckles and stared at the backs of the last retreating bodies. Bass boomed through the darkened room where we all danced.
Tonight, my place on the table was less about being in the spotlight and more about having the best view. Jay and Veronica were around somewhere. The events of that night had become a taboo subject. The lively, fun atmosphere thickened into something dark and sinister as the vile presence moved along the ceiling like an oil slick. Needles of dread stabbed at my gut. After all this time whisperers still gave me the creeps. The spirit surveyed the crowd, scowling at the smiling partygoers and lashing out with biting whispers.
Dancers became agitated with one another. Drinks spilled, voices rose, and shoving began. I stepped down from the coffee table and headed for the kitchen. The demon changed its direction to follow. I pretended not to notice people trying to stop me and talk to me as I moved through the crowd.
Within seconds the dark whisperer loomed over me and said, Daughter of Belial, this party is too tame. I gritted my teeth and fought back a visible shiver as its voice oozed into my brain like slime. I wanted it out of my head. Yeah, I know.
I sent my telepathic response to the spirit. My peers had forgiven me of past awkward offenses and laid the old me to rest. One week after the summit demon whisperers began to stalk me. For six months. Until a week ago. I thought maybe it was over. My eyes had been opened that night in New York City. I was meant to live and fulfill a purpose. If there was a party, I was there. Very blond.
Because blondes had more fun, right? I appeared to be having a blast. I gave a disappointed tsk with a smack of my lips. They cheered, and I was ashamed by the thrill I got from their attention. I turned toward the fridge, stomach churning. Right now, I knew it was slithering above the people behind me. The sooner I could get rid of it, the better. Well, hello there, I said, pulling them out.
I had no idea where the party host was or if the trays were being saved for something in particular, but none of that mattered. I held up the blue beauties and said, Jell-O shots, anyone? Designated drivers reached for shots. Curfews were forgotten.
It hurt to keep a smile on my face as I watched the spirit work. I woke with thumping behind my eyes and a dry mouth. I reached for the half-full water bottle by my bed and was chugging the contents when the events of last night floated to the surface of my sluggish memory.
A beer bong. A drunken kiss in the bathroom between me and some random guy. People getting sick in the bushes outside.
A guy from school, Matt, wrestling his keys from me and stumbling to his car with his girlfriend, Ashley. With shaking hands I grabbed my cell phone from the nightstand. With a ragged exhale, I slid down from the bed and hit my knees, leaning my forehead in my palms. I hated this—this life of being a Nephilim. When a night of partying with Anna Whitt resulted in tragedy?
It was hard to believe I lived a blessed existence in comparison to other children of demons. My father was a good guy, but he sure played the role of bad demon to perfection. Feeling steadier, I rose and went to my dresser, taking out a small black-handled dagger. Patti found the thing gruesome. I began a therapeutic round of throws, using memories from the past half year to fuel me. Rahab has issued an order for all Neph to be under watch until further notice.
Your father is also under investigation.
Good luck to you, daughter of Belial. My entire junior year had been sucktastic, especially the second half. I went from being an honor roll student to barely squeaking by. I retrieved the knife and aimed again. I had to constantly remind Patti not to show affection, and it broke my heart. Fear and trauma had taken their toll. I used to hate my tear ducts—thought tears made me weak. Somewhere in the world my father was busy keeping up his facade as the Duke of Substance Abuse.
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