Raven (Legends Saga Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

“Did I call it, or did I call it?”
    “You always do, Mr. Peolte!” The gr ey haired guard chuckled, brushing the crumbs from his over-sized chocolate chip cookie off the front of his polyester shirt. “I should know better than to bet against you!”
    Rip’s beard bobbed as he puffed his cheeks and exhaled through pursed lips. “If pompous individuals brought on my curse , I could at least have the good fortune to sleep through this.”
    Ireland’s hands balled into fists at her sides, mostly to suppress the urge to call forth her sword and hilt slap the information out of him. “So this Lupé is the one we need to talk to?”
    Ridley spun on his heel and walked backwards, his gaze slowly traveling the length of her before he concealed it behind a pair of designer Ray-Ban sunglasses. “She’ll be at my loft at nine a.m. tomorrow. You’re more than welcome to stop by and speak with her yourself.”
    “ All of us will stop by,” she emphasized the first word to make it clear Noah would be playing the part of her rape whistle.
    “Splendid!” Ridley threw his arms out wide, another blindingly white smile curling across his strikingly handsome face. Plucking a pen from his inside breast pocket, he clicked it to life and seized Ireland’s arm—an act that made her inner beast snarl its outrage. He rotated her sugar skull tattoo skyward to scrawl his address in big, blue letters. The job complete, he dipped his head to blow the ink dry—those raging sea eyes peering up at her over the frames of his lenses.
    “ Dude, you had business cards in the breast pocket of your shirt.” Noah pointed out, turning one exasperated hand palm up. “I can see them from here.” 
    “Where’s the fun in that?” Ridley smirked , righting his posture and returning the gold plated pen to his pocket. “Now, you lovely morsel, I must bid you ado. But I shall count the minutes until I’m graced by your magnificence once again.” If he noticed her pained grimace or the way she shrank from his touch as he caught her hand and dotted it with a kiss, he chose to ignore it. Then, without so much as a cursory acknowledgement to the other two men, he caught the next revolving door turnstile out of there.
    “And goodbye to you less important people as well!” Rip exclaimed in an impressive imitation of the arrogant Mr. Peolte.
    Noah and Rip chuckled together, elbowing each other and exchanging verbal jabs at Ridley’s expense. Ireland, on the other hand, stood stone still. Every fiber of her being sparking and pulsating with the charge of a yet unseen threat. Through the glass revolving doors, she watched Ridley step out onto the sidewalk. Instinct spurred her forward, charging through those same doors, before she could even question as to why. Overhead, a shadow, like a fast moving storm cloud, eclipsed the bright afternoon sun. That same darkness became a tangible menace, complete with ruffling feathers and powerful gusts that whipped and lashed against the skin of all those caught in its wake. In a violent funnel cloud of fury, what appeared to be an unkindness of ravens descended on one lone target— Ridley . Shielding his head with his arms, he cowered beneath the viciously pecking beaks and grappling claws that tore at his clothing and flesh. Slamming her weight into the turnstile, Ireland urged the slow moving door on, all the while helplessly watching Ridley’s entire form disappear beneath the shroud of angry ravens.
    Making one final push against the stubborn door, Ireland raised her hand in the air in a silent call to her blade. Gleaming metal winged through the air, settling into her palm the second the revolving door spat her out on the pavement. Two quick slashes was all it took to disband the violent flock. What they left behind was a frazzled mess of the formerly dapper business man. Glasses hanging akimbo from his nose. Expensive suit shredded to ribbons. Hair darting off his head in every possible direction. Blood