CHAPTER ONE
Shadows.
Emma Blake always felt at
home in the shadows. It was where she lived, always concealing the truth from
those around her.
Now as she hid in the
doorway of an abandoned building, she couldn’t help but compare the current
situation to her life. The dampness of the brick wall behind her seeped through
to her skin, as she pushed further into the dark to avoid being noticed. The
putrid smell of trash and urine barely registered, as she was mesmerized by the
scene unfolding before her.
The scene invoked images of
the endless battle forces of dark and light had been waging since the dawn of
time.
Although beautiful to
behold, the warrior who fought before her wasn’t exactly an angel, but he was
as close to one as she would ever get. In desperate need of his help, she took
a big chance sticking around; because once he caught her there were only two
possibilities for her.
He’d either help her or he
would kill her.
The air blew chilly on this
damp, drizzly day in Atlanta, a city that for some unknown reason, in the last
few years, had become a hotbed for demons. With such an influx of demons, human
assaults were on the rise.
Emma continued to watch
from the shelter of the doorway, as the Protector fought his aggressors. Ten
huge low-level demons armed with medieval-type swords.
She tensed, but didn’t
flinch as a demon’s severed arm flew past her and hit the ground next to her
foot with a sickening thud.
Emma had no doubt as to
whom the victor would be in the end. The fluidity of the Protector’s movements
and the speed of the fight enthralled her. Her gaze locked on his biceps.
Muscles bulged on his right arm, as he swung his sword in a way that seemed
almost effortless. Impressive, for the weapon he wielded had to weigh at least
twenty pounds.
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