Dimmest Of Night (Dimmest Of Night Series) Read Online Free PDF

towards them with two long blades in his hand.
    “Ah Blane. I should have known it was going to be you. Only the best to guard this one.” The one with red slimy horns slithered out as his forked tongue grotesquely hung out of his mouth.
    “I can’t say I know you demon. However, it will be a pleasure killing both of you on this fine day.” Blane spit out as he disappeared, only to reappear behind the demon slicing the head off in an instant. Rubbing my eyes, I was positive that I was still asleep. Dreaming. I have to be dreaming. In the time it took me to rub my eyes the other creature was decapitated. I could feel the bile rising up in my throat, willing myself not to empty my stomach. Refusing to show any more weaknesses.
    “To easy.” Blane said with a smile on his face. Walking over to me and grabbing my hand. “Come on. There will be more coming.”
    I was numb with the horror of the situation. Unable to move, unable to speak. Wait a second. Did I just see Blane, disappear before my eyes? The prior events slowly trickling into my head, processing everything too slowly.
    “Fine. Have it your way.” Throwing me over his shoulder with one arm, he wielded a blade in the other. I could hear glass shattering as he kicked through the window jumping out into the back alley way. Running faster than an Olympic gold medalist. Nothing about him made sense. Dumping me into a car, he reappeared beside me just as my door slammed shut. My eyes wide, he looked at me with what I thought was maybe a look of sympathy. I don’t know what surprised me more, his sympathetic face, or the fact that he can disappear and reappear. Soon we were out on an open road going at a break neck speed.
    “What are you Blane? Answer me. I saw you vanish right in front of me.” Cold from the morning air and only wearing his over sized t-shirt.
    Flipping on the heater, “I’m an angel, angel girl.”
    “Very funny. I’m not going anywhere else with you until you tell me.” I said crossing my arms, hoping that I would win this argument.
    “I don’t lie. I’m an angel.” Saying matter of fact. Pissing me off to no end.
    Changing tactics,”What were those creatures in our room?” Still shivering, now remembering what they looked like.
    “Oh those. They were nothing. Run of the mill, bottom of the barrel demons. Hardly much to worry about.”
    Wishing that I had my abilities back to discern a lie, I knew I believed him at least on that fact. “Why are demons after me? They said they should have known you would be protecting me. Why?”
    “I was ordered to.”
    Still staring at him, “By who?”
    “The High Council.”
    “What the hell are you talking about Blane?”
    “The High Council is a group of the oldest, strongest angels that are tasked with rehabilitating the angels sent to earth. I was tasked with protecting you, that is all I know.”
    “Rehab? I’m stuck with an angel that is being rehabilitated?”
    “You don’t know how lucky you are little girl.” His skin growing paler, dropping a few degrees inside the car.
    “Fine, then tell me. How lucky am I?”
    His skin leveling out to more of a normal color. “I am one of the oldest angels, one of the strongest and most powerful. Tasked with the hardest assignments. I am feared by many, even the High Council. Thus, the leash I am now on.”
    “How many are there like you?”
    Staring stoically at the road, “Hundreds, maybe thousands. I really don’t know.”
    “How many demons are there?”
    Turning to look at me, his face back to the same expressionless mask, “Enough to give you nightmares. And enough to be a pain in my ass.” Tires screeching as we barely made a turn.
    “Great! Just great!” Pounding my fists in to my thighs. Watching the city go by in a blur, weaving in and out. “Why me?”
    “Good question.” Blane said. Looking at her, unable to stand the way she was looking at him, desperate for answers. He felt sorry for her. He hasen’t felt sorry