Blood Redemption (Angel's Edge #3) Read Online Free PDF

doesn’t know I can Dreamwalk. Since Belial holds her responsible for everything that went wrong with your capture, she’s been locked away in a cell. She’ll do anything to get out; I can’t take the chance that she’ll tell Belial what I can do.” His answer made sense, but did nothing to quiet my rising rage. So Belial liked to pick on little kids, did he? That just made him even more disgusting to me. As soon as I could, I would see what I could do to help this little girl.
    And then it hit me. I
could
help this girl; Belial had promised to grant me a request. I felt ripped in half as I watched the child’s nightmare unfold. Yes, she had helped capture me and brought Hellhounds to my town. But she was only twelve, and a victim herself.
    If I helped her, I wouldn’t be able to wish my way out of Belial’s realm.
    Right away, I snorted. Like getting away from a demon was ever going to be that easy. But it sure gave me a lot to think about.
    I let Jack pull me away, my mind troubled and my heart aching. We passed other dreams, some light and some dark, but I said nothing as he led me farther and farther into the ether.
    Suddenly, solid gray shapes, roughly the size of humans, appeared in the white surrounding us. I squinted to see them better; they appeared to have threads of gold interwoven through the gray. Jack went instantly still. I slammed into his side. “Oof! What the hell…”
    “Shh!” Jack pulled me behind him and let go of my hand, dropping into that protective crouch of his. He rubbed his tattoos absently; some of them sparked around the edges at his touch. “Hunters!”
    “What does that even mean?” I asked, fear beating out irritation.
    Jack’s eyes were very narrow as he squinted into the distance. “It means the other side has found us.”
    “But the other side already found me,” I whispered.
    Jack merely raised one eyebrow at me and sprang up from his crouch. The gray figures advanced. Jack spun, keeping his back to me. The tattoos along his arms and chest looked like they were boiling; electric blue light increased in intensity around his entire body. As it did, the mist thinned.
    “Hurry!” he said, his arms outstretched like an orchestra conductor’s. “Grab onto me. There’s no time to find the right dream. I’ll have to make a portal.”
    “But…” I hesitated before gingerly wrapping a hand around his glowing, crackling forearm. “What are Hunters?”
    “Angels,” he said, gritting his teeth. “The un-Fallen kind. The kind that like to hunt and kill Nephilim.”
    I blanched. “But why…”
    The ether around him continued to thin. By looking over his shoulder, I thought I could make out a darkened room. “Because we’re Belial’s weapons now. They don’t care that we didn’t volunteer.”
    Great. Now someone new wanted to kill us. I threw my arms around him in a choking embrace. “Get us the hell out of here,” I begged. With me in his arms, Jack stepped backward into what was indeed a darkened room.
    A darkened room with white sheets on a queen bed.
    A darkened room with Ethan asleep in it.
    Ethan. Home.
    Or, to be more technically correct, Jack had brought us to Asheroth’s house. A small prickle of alarm spiked in me, knowing we were in the same space as my Fallen mad guardian, but Ethan looked peaceful and unharmed as he slept. I jerked myself free of Jack’s hold and rushed to the side of the bed.
    His light eyes were closed, framed by thick lashes. His chest rose and fell slowly beneath the white blanket. I wanted nothing more than to crawl into that bed and curl up next to him, and sleep until all of this went away. But I couldn’t; here in the Dreamtime, I couldn’t even wake him up. That was Jack’s job.
    I stared at my Azalene counterpart like Abigail begging for a bite of dinner. “What do I have to do?” I asked. I couldn’t help myself; I drifted even closer until I could almost feel Ethan’s breath on my cheek.
    “I have to pull him out