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Read this excerpt from Victoria Liiv & Olivia Boothe’s Afterworlds.
Excerpt from Afterworld: Road To Redemption by VICTORIA LIIV
“You don’t have to come with me,” she spat. “Just stop the car and let me out.”
We were on West Street, riding toward the Lincoln Tunnel. We had to get out of Manhattan. It was crazy for both of us to be this close to Headquarters after dark. The Holland Tunnel was a wreck and the George Washington Bridge too far away. We’d have to risk the Lincoln. I wasn’t going to let her out. She wouldn’t make it back to the Brooklyn Bridge anyway, she’d be dead in minutes. And I sure as hell wasn’t letting my chance at that weapon slip away that easily.
“Nothing survives a pack of shaitan,” I reiterated. “The sooner you accept it the easier it’ll be.”
For the both of us.
As if she hadn’t heard a word I’d said, she reached for the door handle.
We were going a hundred miles an hour and she thought it was a great idea to open the door? I slammed the brakes before she could endanger the both of us or kill herself jumping out of the speeding vehicle–all in the name of love.
The change in velocity took her by surprise and she flew against the dashboard, letting go of the door she’d opened. It flapped around a couple of times like a baby bird learning to fly before it came to a halt. Leaning across her seat, I pulled her door closed, locking it for good measure.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” I didn’t mean to linger that close to her. Hell, I’d meant to pull back and drive the fuck off the moment the door was securely shut, but I was unable to move. I didn’t realize what triggered my personal inner-demon until I was hit by a whiff of sweat, blood, and underneath all of that grime… something distinctly female.
You caught us a toy, a gravelly voice only I could hear whispered in my ear.
My eyes roamed down her delicate neck to the curve of her chest. The tight top she wore generously revealed a five-star view of her breasts. Encouraged by the sight, my eyes traveled lower, drinking in her slender shape, all the way down to where she gripped the angelic blade.
Its fiery glint snapped me out of the trance. Thank God—or anyone else willing to listen. That blade only glowed in the presence of Children of the Fire. I slunk back into my own seat. As much as I needed that damn sword to save me, I knew it hungered for my blood.