Angelfall (Penryn & the End of Days 1)

Amazingly, I rein it in.

I glare at him, dying to do so much more.

The goal is to get my sister out of here, not to get momentary satisfaction. I lift Paige in my arms and stagger toward him.

“We’re leaving. ” As soon as the words are out, I know it’s wishful thinking.

He puts down his clipboard and steps between us and the door. “By whose permission?” His voice is low and threatening. Utterly confident.

He suddenly cocks his head again, listening to something I cant hear. A frown mars his smooth skin.

I take two deep breaths, trying to blow the anger and fear out of my body. I gently put Paige down under a table.

Then I launch myself on him.

I hit him with everything Ive got. No calculations, no thought, no plan. Just crazed, epic fury.

It isnt much compared to an angel, even one thats a runt. But I have the advantage of surprise.

My blow slams him onto an exam table, and I wonder how his hollow bones don’t break.

I whip out the angel sword from its scabbard. Angels are far stronger than men, but they can be vulnerable on the ground. No angel who is any good at flying would work in the basement where there are no windows for him to fly through. There is

a good chance this one can’t take to the air very quickly.

Before the angel can recover from his fall, I thrust my sword at him, aiming for his neck.

Or I try to.

Hes faster than I thought. He grabs my wrist and slams it into the table’s edge.

The pain is excruciating. My hand contracts open, letting the sword fly. It clatters across the concrete floor, far from my reach.

He gets up at leisure while I grab a scalpel from a tray. The scalpel feels flimsy and useless. I give my chances of winning, or even injuring him, slim to none.

That just pisses me off all the more.

I throw my scalpel at him. It nicks his throat, causing blood to bubble out and stain his white coat.

I grab a chair and swing it at him before he recovers.

He tosses it aside as if I had thrown a crumpled ball of paper at him.

Almost before I can realize that he’s coming for me, he slams me down on the concrete and starts strangling the life out of me. He’s not just choking my air, he’s cutting off the blood to my brain.

Five seconds. That’s all I’ll have before losing consciousness with no blood flowing to my head.

I shoot my arms up between his like a wedge. Then I slam them out against his forearms.

It should have worked to bust me out of his strangle. It always worked during training.

But there isn’t even a slight easing of his grip. In my panic, I didn’t take into account his super-strength.

In a desperate final attempt, I clench my hands together, fingers interlaced. I draw back and hammer my fists down on the crook of his arm with everything I’ve got.

His elbow jerks back for a moment.

But then it pops right back into place.

Time’s up.

Like an amateur, I instinctively claw at his hands. But they might as well be steel clamped around my throat.

My heart pounds thunderously in my ears, getting ever more frantic. My head feels like it’s floating away.

The angel’s face is cold, indifferent. Dark spots bloom on his face. My heart sinks as I realize my vision is fading.

Blurring.

The edges getting darker.

CHAPTER 39

Something slams into the angel. I get a brief impression of hair and teeth, animal growling.

Something warm and wet splashes onto my shirt.

The pressure on my throat is suddenly gone. So is the weight of the angel.

I suck in a huge, burning breath. I curl into a ball, trying not to cough too much as the lovely cool air surges into my lungs.

There is blood on my shirt.

I become aware of wild grunts and growls. There is also the sound of retching.

The delivery man is retching behind his cadaver drawers. Even while retching, his eyes keep darting to a spot behind me. His eyes are so wide they look more white than brown. He’s staring at the place where the sounds are coming from. The source of all this blood soaking my clothes.

I have a strange reluctance to look even though I know I have to.

When I do look, I have trouble comprehending what Im seeing. I dont know which thing to be shocked by, and my poor brain thrashes from one thing to another.