Izzy's Fight: The Izzy Rose Chronicles Book 1 by Nicole Clark Page B
Authors: Nicole Clark
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“What the heck!” she growled, as she tried to wipe the coffee out of her eyes unsuccessfully.
She heard him speaking to the waitress about going and getting a towel. All she saw was the waitress’ heels disappearing from her extremely limited line of sight while she continued to clear coffee from her face. A strong hand gripped her upper arm and all but dragged her out of the coffee shop. She tried to protest, but it proved useless. His grip was too strong, and she felt as if her powers were locked—phasing anywhere would probably result in him following her, which wasn’t the best idea. Hawaii was out of the question, as it was her sacred place she went to when she needed to get away. Even her back up haven, her home here in New Orleans, was the last place she wanted someone who was stalking her to follow.
Two seconds later, she was in his living room. Standing up after the dizzying feeling of a different power phasing her, she looked into the face of the man she met a few nights ago. Glaring at him, she crossed her arms and took a step away.
“What the hell was that for?”
“I had to find some way to get you out of the coffee shop, now didn’t I, Isobel? You know where my bedroom is, go change into something of mine while your clothes are being cleaned.”
“How do you know my name?”
“I know a lot more about you than you think, dear Isobel.”
He began to walk toward her, an evil glint in his eye. Taking a step back, she watched as he stalked across the room in her direction. Eventually, she ran out of space, her back hitting the wall. His hands landed on either side of her head, blocking her from attempting to flee. He leaned down and placed his face in front of hers. The evil in his eye was more prevalent now that he was standing nose to nose with her. A breath escaped her lungs as she tried to become one with the wall. She’d never seen someone look so evil before, and it scared her a little.
“I know that your full name is Isobel Rose Thorn. I know that you prefer to be called Izzy, and that you are from Hawaii. You go to Hawaii almost every other week to spend time with your best friend. His name is Will, and he is currently teaching you photography. You love to lie in the sand, and you aren’t human even though you like to pretend to be. You’re a hybrid and a fucking hot one at that. The fact that no one has found you and attempted to capture you is a damn miracle.”
She bit her lip as she listened to him rattle off facts about her life. Most of them weren’t too hard to figure out. But the only way for a stranger to know certain facts, such as who her best friend was, who she was, and what she was, was to follow her.
Her palms were flat against the wall as she started to slowly slide down, hoping to get under his arm. He was too quick for her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back up so that she was standing upright once more. Slamming his hands against the wall, he growled in her face.
“I don’t like playing the stupid game of cat and mouse you’re so fond of. While that might be how you get your prey, it is not how I get mine. When I find what I want, I go for it, and if I can’t get it, I tend to get mad. When I get mad, people die.”
“Who are you?” she asked. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she trembled under him. This couldn’t have been the man she spent the entire night wrapped up in.
“No one and everyone.”
His answer confused her. How could he be no one, yet everyone? She furrowed her brow and tried to figure out what he meant by those words. Many theories ran through her head, but none of them made sense. The only thing she could think of was that he was a demon guard, which her mother, Lilith, had set on her. As if her parents abandoning her in the human realm wasn’t enough, her mother now sent a demon to the human realm to find her, torment her, and possibly kill her.
Demon guards were usually very serious about their jobs. Involving
“What the heck!” she growled, as she tried to wipe the coffee out of her eyes unsuccessfully.
She heard him speaking to the waitress about going and getting a towel. All she saw was the waitress’ heels disappearing from her extremely limited line of sight while she continued to clear coffee from her face. A strong hand gripped her upper arm and all but dragged her out of the coffee shop. She tried to protest, but it proved useless. His grip was too strong, and she felt as if her powers were locked—phasing anywhere would probably result in him following her, which wasn’t the best idea. Hawaii was out of the question, as it was her sacred place she went to when she needed to get away. Even her back up haven, her home here in New Orleans, was the last place she wanted someone who was stalking her to follow.
Two seconds later, she was in his living room. Standing up after the dizzying feeling of a different power phasing her, she looked into the face of the man she met a few nights ago. Glaring at him, she crossed her arms and took a step away.
“What the hell was that for?”
“I had to find some way to get you out of the coffee shop, now didn’t I, Isobel? You know where my bedroom is, go change into something of mine while your clothes are being cleaned.”
“How do you know my name?”
“I know a lot more about you than you think, dear Isobel.”
He began to walk toward her, an evil glint in his eye. Taking a step back, she watched as he stalked across the room in her direction. Eventually, she ran out of space, her back hitting the wall. His hands landed on either side of her head, blocking her from attempting to flee. He leaned down and placed his face in front of hers. The evil in his eye was more prevalent now that he was standing nose to nose with her. A breath escaped her lungs as she tried to become one with the wall. She’d never seen someone look so evil before, and it scared her a little.
“I know that your full name is Isobel Rose Thorn. I know that you prefer to be called Izzy, and that you are from Hawaii. You go to Hawaii almost every other week to spend time with your best friend. His name is Will, and he is currently teaching you photography. You love to lie in the sand, and you aren’t human even though you like to pretend to be. You’re a hybrid and a fucking hot one at that. The fact that no one has found you and attempted to capture you is a damn miracle.”
She bit her lip as she listened to him rattle off facts about her life. Most of them weren’t too hard to figure out. But the only way for a stranger to know certain facts, such as who her best friend was, who she was, and what she was, was to follow her.
Her palms were flat against the wall as she started to slowly slide down, hoping to get under his arm. He was too quick for her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back up so that she was standing upright once more. Slamming his hands against the wall, he growled in her face.
“I don’t like playing the stupid game of cat and mouse you’re so fond of. While that might be how you get your prey, it is not how I get mine. When I find what I want, I go for it, and if I can’t get it, I tend to get mad. When I get mad, people die.”
“Who are you?” she asked. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she trembled under him. This couldn’t have been the man she spent the entire night wrapped up in.
“No one and everyone.”
His answer confused her. How could he be no one, yet everyone? She furrowed her brow and tried to figure out what he meant by those words. Many theories ran through her head, but none of them made sense. The only thing she could think of was that he was a demon guard, which her mother, Lilith, had set on her. As if her parents abandoning her in the human realm wasn’t enough, her mother now sent a demon to the human realm to find her, torment her, and possibly kill her.
Demon guards were usually very serious about their jobs. Involving
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