Fashionably Hotter Than Hell: Book Six, The Hot Damned Series by Robyn Peterman
Authors: Robyn Peterman
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frozen daggers. Jean Paul was slowing down, clearly affected by the frigid temperatures. I was barely able to make out the battle beyond as the Wraiths cocooned us in a deadly blood red haze of light.
From a distance, they had looked like a swarm of bees. Up close was another story. Dead eyes and gaunt faces with papery skin and open wounds raced around and dove through our bodies. The nearly transparent specters screamed and moaned as they flew in circles with no goal other than to create as much pain as they were in themselves. I repeatedly fought the urge to fall or slow down. I'd been run through several times by the Wraiths and was surprised to see open cuts on my body where they had entered and exited. How in the fuck did a spirit rip skin?
Amidst the chaos, Raquel's chant grew louder and more intense. Her body convulsed with the unearthly rhythm. Her words controlled her more than she dominated them. The golden glow around her burned brighter. I prayed to all the entities I could think of to keep her safe.
"Jean Paul," I shouted. "Don't fucking stop."
"Never," he growled as he pushed his bleeding body far beyond its limit.
Then she screamed. The shriek that left Raquel's body was filled with so much rage, pain and power it stopped me in my tracks. The ground around us split open and tendrils of blazing fire reached out and began incinerating the Wraiths one by one.
Raquel's body lurched forward and she fell to her knees in the middle of the flames, but she continued to chant through the billowing smoke and fire. Seizures wracked her slim frame and the Wraiths fought wildly to invade her and end her magic. She was torn and bleeding, but she forged on.
In a fit of fury and panic, I threw my body over hers and took the brunt of the attack as the fire continued to dance its deadly tango with the ghosts. Raquel's voice stayed strong though I was positive she had no firm grasp on reality at that point. Instead she was lost in her spell and nothing could pull her out.
She rolled out from under me and rose shakily to her feet. Blood poured from open jagged cuts all over her body. "No more," she screamed and waved her hands in a circular motion. "Be gone."
The fire roared and exploded into colorful flames as it choked the life out of the remaining Wraiths. I was thrown at least ten feet back and immediately began to fight my way back to her.
Raquel had collapsed by then and lay lifeless on the ground. The shrieks of the Wraiths as they were sucked into oblivion were something I knew I would never forget for the rest of my eternity. Nightmares couldn't begin to touch this shit.
"Get her," Jean Paul begged as he tried to stem the blood flow from his head. "She's dying. Have to get her out of here."
I crawled to her prone form and shook her gently. There was no time to lay there. Trolls were everywhere and I had no clue who was winning. Her skin still glowed a golden peachy color, but there was something very wrong. Her body stiffened in rigor mortis and her eyes opened sightlessly and stared into nothingness. What the fuck was happening?
"What’s wrong with her?" I shouted above the din of the battle as I shook her harder. Her frame was like an unbendable board and my head felt like it was going to explode.
"She’s dead," Jean Paul hissed as he yanked her stiff body from my arms and began to run to the compound with her.
In my confusion I let him take her…
However, without her body in my arms I snapped out of my shock. Jean Paul had taken what was mine and it was unacceptable. I took a running start and flew through the air at a speed he could only hope for. I dropped to the ground in front of them and tackled him violently.
Raquel's dead body fell to the ground as my fists connected with Jean Paul's face.
"Stop," he pleaded wildly. "Let me take her inside. There is still danger out here."
He was desperate and attempted to crawl back
From a distance, they had looked like a swarm of bees. Up close was another story. Dead eyes and gaunt faces with papery skin and open wounds raced around and dove through our bodies. The nearly transparent specters screamed and moaned as they flew in circles with no goal other than to create as much pain as they were in themselves. I repeatedly fought the urge to fall or slow down. I'd been run through several times by the Wraiths and was surprised to see open cuts on my body where they had entered and exited. How in the fuck did a spirit rip skin?
Amidst the chaos, Raquel's chant grew louder and more intense. Her body convulsed with the unearthly rhythm. Her words controlled her more than she dominated them. The golden glow around her burned brighter. I prayed to all the entities I could think of to keep her safe.
"Jean Paul," I shouted. "Don't fucking stop."
"Never," he growled as he pushed his bleeding body far beyond its limit.
Then she screamed. The shriek that left Raquel's body was filled with so much rage, pain and power it stopped me in my tracks. The ground around us split open and tendrils of blazing fire reached out and began incinerating the Wraiths one by one.
Raquel's body lurched forward and she fell to her knees in the middle of the flames, but she continued to chant through the billowing smoke and fire. Seizures wracked her slim frame and the Wraiths fought wildly to invade her and end her magic. She was torn and bleeding, but she forged on.
In a fit of fury and panic, I threw my body over hers and took the brunt of the attack as the fire continued to dance its deadly tango with the ghosts. Raquel's voice stayed strong though I was positive she had no firm grasp on reality at that point. Instead she was lost in her spell and nothing could pull her out.
She rolled out from under me and rose shakily to her feet. Blood poured from open jagged cuts all over her body. "No more," she screamed and waved her hands in a circular motion. "Be gone."
The fire roared and exploded into colorful flames as it choked the life out of the remaining Wraiths. I was thrown at least ten feet back and immediately began to fight my way back to her.
Raquel had collapsed by then and lay lifeless on the ground. The shrieks of the Wraiths as they were sucked into oblivion were something I knew I would never forget for the rest of my eternity. Nightmares couldn't begin to touch this shit.
"Get her," Jean Paul begged as he tried to stem the blood flow from his head. "She's dying. Have to get her out of here."
I crawled to her prone form and shook her gently. There was no time to lay there. Trolls were everywhere and I had no clue who was winning. Her skin still glowed a golden peachy color, but there was something very wrong. Her body stiffened in rigor mortis and her eyes opened sightlessly and stared into nothingness. What the fuck was happening?
"What’s wrong with her?" I shouted above the din of the battle as I shook her harder. Her frame was like an unbendable board and my head felt like it was going to explode.
"She’s dead," Jean Paul hissed as he yanked her stiff body from my arms and began to run to the compound with her.
In my confusion I let him take her…
However, without her body in my arms I snapped out of my shock. Jean Paul had taken what was mine and it was unacceptable. I took a running start and flew through the air at a speed he could only hope for. I dropped to the ground in front of them and tackled him violently.
Raquel's dead body fell to the ground as my fists connected with Jean Paul's face.
"Stop," he pleaded wildly. "Let me take her inside. There is still danger out here."
He was desperate and attempted to crawl back
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