Birthright - Book 2 of the Legacy Series (An Urban Fantasy Novel) Read Online Free PDF Page A

of others. When you think about it, all senses lead directly to the brain, and to someone like her, that was a virtual playground.
    What Abi just did was kiaijutsu on steroids. Enhanced by her magic, the sound blast was enough to send Scowl flying backwards and crashing into my car. Wrench spun wildly, as if he’d been slugger punched with a sledgehammer. Every car alarm on the road went off, filling the ungodly morning hours with a chorus only attractive to a banshee. Windows of nearby houses shattered. The one car door window the vampires had left intact met its doom as well. Even the office window, behind which Amaymon and I stood, vibrated and a thin crack slithered down its length.
    Without missing a beat, she flung her gun at Wrench, using a small burst of power to direct the awkward missile straight into his groin. Vampires may be dead, and they do have supernatural resistance and all that, but the nerve endings remained intact even after their natural life is over. And no guy on Earth, living or dead, is above getting hit in the nuts. Wrench doubled over, clearly not expecting the cheap shot. Abi reached to her side and unclipped a folding knife. Using her thumb to flick the knife open, she lunged at Wrench, grabbed his head, and she dug the knife in, trying to hack the vampire’s head off.
    But magic has its cost.
    Try as she might, Abi could not muster the strength to saw through the vampire’s neck. She sagged and looked like she was going to be sick. Wrench had recovered, and he swung his good fist into her ribs. Abi went flying, still holding the knife uselessly. From the way I heard her wheeze I was pretty sure Wrench had broken at least one of her ribs. I dug my hands into the windowsill, trying hard not to rush out of the door and end my apprentice’s torment. But I had to let her suffer. It was evil of me, and I hated myself for it. But this was our reality, and she had to learn how to deal with situations like this herself. The next Sin just might manage to kill me. And the worst thing I can do to her is let her depend on me every time her life was in danger.
    Meanwhile, Scowl had made his way to being bipedal again. His expression looked hazy, and blood streamed from his ears. But both vampires made their way toward the fallen succubus. This wasn’t a lesson anymore.
    “Erik,” warned Amaymon. The vamps got closer and Abi stirred. She tried to push herself off the ground, and failing that, began kicking herself away from the looming monsters above her.
    “Erik,” called Amaymon again, his voice with an edge of panic.
    “Go,” I replied quickly. From my peripheral vision I saw the cat vanishing out the door.
    I looked back out just in time to see the vampires swinging back their arms in unison and preparing to tear into my apprentice. Their claws fell inches away from Abi, who had her eyes closed. Before breaking the first layers of her skin, the claws dissolved into ash. Both vampires remained immobile as their bodies cracked and flaked off into the light breeze.
    All, except their heads, which were no longer attached.
    Amaymon emerged from behind the car as a broad-shouldered teenager wearing all black, the ruby pendant around his neck - which was usually attached to his collar, and his unchanged feline eyes glowing an ominous yellow. In each hand he held their heads. Scowl’s head blinked several times, trying to make sense of the situation. Amaymon turned his palms, forcing their eyes on the back of my wrecked car and then back towards him.
    “Engine’s at the back,” he said maliciously. He grinned, exposing his serrated, shark-like teeth and putting the vampires’ fangs to shame. “You sad pieces of shit.”
    He brought the heads to eye level and calmly pressed both his hands together. With sounds that would make a seasoned surgeon throw up, he squashed the heads together, putting into it as much effort and thought as one would when squashing an orange. The whole thing took less than