Sky Ghosts: Marco (Young Adult Urban Fantasy Adventure) (Sky Ghosts Series Book 1.5) Read Online Free PDF Page A

she heard Jane’s voice somewhere far away, but her senses were clouded with anger.
    Before she had time to think, her feet were carrying her to the staircase, leaving an angry red trail behind. She threw the staircase door open and stomped down the steps furiously, heading to the third floor. In less than a minute she was by his door, and it opened with a bang when she jerked the knob. Marco was standing in the middle of the room with a newspaper in one hand and an apple in another. He looked like he had just got up, and was only wearing jeans, his face angelically surprised at the sight of her in his doorway.
    “You!” she snapped.
    She leaped at him without wasting another breath and landed a heavy blow on his temple. But for some reason it didn’t have the same effect as usual. Marco just shook his head, and a second later she was trapped in his steel grip and thrust into a wall. For a moment she was shocked at how blinded she had been by her anger that she had gone full contact with an opponent this big, forgetting all she had been taught. That one moment was all he needed to grab two handfuls of her paint-soaked sweatshirt and pin her to the wall.
    “What?” he snarled from an inch away, his dark eyes blazing furiously. “You’ve got something to say? I’m listening!” he stared at her demandingly, but she only huffed at his impudence and her own uselessness.
    Meanwhile, a bunch of gawkers had already gathered in the hallway, cheering and laughing as they saw the red trail and the quarrel in the room. They were a small community, the Headquarters, and rumors were the best source of entertainment. Pain could already imagine the nasty stories that would have spread like wildfire around the building in less than ten minutes.
    “Look at you, you bloody princess!” she heard from the doorway, followed by another outburst of laughter.
    “Finally, someone tamed that bitch!” another voice joined in, and more cheering followed.
    Suddenly her vision went red, too.
    She jerked her head, smacking Marco’s nose with her forehead, and then kneed him in the gut. He let go with a curse, and she landed on the floor and kicked at him again, this time in full force. But as she swung her foot, aiming for his head, she was suddenly lifted up and thrown into a corner. Her shield flared on its own, and somewhere in the back of her mind she was surprised when no pain followed the fall.
    “Break!” someone bawled, and she looked up dizzily to see Rob standing between her and Marco, “What the hell is going on here??”
    It wasn’t a question. It was an order to stop with the promise of punishment if they ignored it. But seeing Marco’s face, contorted in rage, she could tell that Rob’s presence had more effect on the other fighters than either of them. The fighters who had gathered by the doors now stepped back, not wanting to get caught in the middle, but too curious to leave. Rob shot her and Marco a furious look and took a deep breath before opening his mouth again.
    “Do I have to repeat my question??”
    The room seemed to shudder at the sound of his voice.
    “Don’t you see?” Pain hissed, casting an irritated glare at him. “Your newbie played the bucket prank on me, like we’re in fuckin’ camp here! He doesn’t know how to behave himself, so get rid of him!”
    She jumped to her feet and headed to the door, ignoring Rob’s furious stare. He was barefoot, she suddenly realized, and his white shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the dark, sculpted planes of his chest. He’d obviously run out of his room to them.
    “Stop, you!”
    His big hand closed on her shirt like a claw, dragging her back into the room. He stood Pain on her feet by his side, and while his hand on the back of her shirt didn’t really hold her from breaking free, she knew better than to provoke him. Unlike Peter, he wouldn’t care about her bruises.
    “Is that true, Marco??” Rob enquired.
    Marco exhaled loudly and returned Rob’s angry