Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
For the final time if you can’t get away. Run, Hanna—fight! whispered a panicked little voice in her head.
But though she struggled and kicked, the Dark Entity had its claws sunk deep in her flesh. Hanna felt the burning, piercing pain as she fought and failed to tear herself away. He seemed to be all around her—his body somehow made of solid shadows so cold they burned her.
“My foolish little slut!” the demon hissed as it dragged her further into the dim gray land. “I can’t believe how stupid you are. You were safe—I couldn’t touch your physical body as long as that hulking warrior guarded you. So what do you do? You leave your physical body and open a doorway just for me—a path for me to come and take you. You must want me to own you—there’s simply no other explanation.”
“No!” Hanna gasped, twisting her head to see the open door—it was still so close. If she could just get free of the Dark Entity’s grip, she could jump back through the door and slam it closed!
“Oh yes, my little slut! You’re mine now.”
“No—leave me alone! I don’t want anything to do with you!” She thought of something suddenly. “And you can’t take me unless I let you—unless I willingly give myself to you sexually. That’s why you put the lust curse on my head! But I’ll never give in—you might as well let me go!”
Horrible, hissing laughter filled her ears.
“Stupid little slut—that rule only applied while your spirit and body were joined! I couldn’t own your physical body until you offered it to me freely. But now you’re nothing but a spirit and no barrier stands in the way! I can drag you to Hell and fuck on you and feast on you at the same time!”
Hanna opened her mouth to protest but a new voice pierced the gray shadows.
“Take your hands on my female, Demon!” it growled. And then the bright, shining point of a silver sword blade suddenly punched through the Dark Entity’s roiling, shadowy body.
The Dark Entity let out an angry shriek and whirled to face the attacker while still keeping one clawed hand wrapped firmly around Hanna’s upper arm.
“You dare to wound me!” it snarled. “I’ll make you watch while I fuck your female and feast on her soul!”
“Let her go now or suffer the consequences—this is my final warning,” the deep voice growled.
And then a tall warrior with long black hair and mismatched eyes stepped out of the shadows.
“Wraith!” Hanna was nearly crying with relief. Her Protector was here now—everything would be all right. She was certain it would!
But then the Dark Entity drew a sword of its own—a blade that seemed to be made of pure, pitch-black midnight. The dull half-light of the Shadow Lands skated the length of its wickedly sharp edge, making it gleam dangerously.
The demon lashed out with its sword and Wraith jumped backwards, nimbly avoiding the blow. He drove forward with his own blade once more, but this time the demon dodged.
Wraith slashed again, but it was clear he was trying to be careful not to hurt Hanna while he fought the Dark Entity. His movements were constricted because he couldn’t risk harming her.
The Dark Entity saw this at once, and used it to his advantage. He dragged Hanna in front of his shadowy body and flashed his jagged white grin at the big Kindred.
“Fight me, Warrior! Go on—do it! Or are you afraid you might hurt the little female? Is that it?”
“Let…her…GO!” Wraith roared, his mismatched eyes flashing with anger. They had begun to glow almost as red as the demon’s now—he might be going into Rage—the berserker state of fury that all Kindred enter when their female is threatened, Hanna thought dimly.
But unfortunately, the Dark Entity had found a weapon it could use and it wasn’t about to stop. Dragging Hanna close to its shadow body—which was so cold it burned her—it put the sleek obsidian blade to her throat.
“Not another step closer, Warrior,” it hissed at Wraith. “I’ll slit her throat. You know if the spirit is mortally wounded in the Shadow Land it cannot go back to the Land of the Living!”
“No!” There was horror in Wraith’s voice and the red faded from his eyes to be replaced by fear. “No, don’t hurt her!”
“But I will…I’ll do more than hurt her. I will damn her to an eternity of suffering in the Pit with me!” the Dark Entity threatened. “She’ll be mine forever to feast on and to fuck! Mine…Mine…MINE!”
“Take me!” Wraith threw down his sword and spread his hands wide.
“What?” The Dark Entity sounded confused.
“I said, take me instead,” Wraith repeated. “I’m much larger than Hanna—I’ll make a much better meal for you.”
“Hmmm…” The Dark Entity sounded thoughtful, as though it was really considering the big Kindred’s offer.