Sin Eaters: Devotion Book One by Kai Leakes Page A

article displayed on the screen. The report flashed images of a vandalized and destroyed loft apartment in an old, brick shoe factory. Patio balcony doors hung off their hinges, and shattered glass was strewn everywhere. A close look showed items of fabric, blood, and other debris scattered in the loft. Police, building tenants, and neighbors all vocalized their confusion and fear.
    Every team member saw flashes of Stalkers, demons and Dark Seers mixed into the crowd, portraying themselves as ordinary, concerned pedestrians. In that moment alone, everyone knew this was no game.
    â€œWe need a team to get Amara from school ASAP because the family is being attacked. Takeshi and Darren are at the University of Chicago Hospital due to trauma. We need a team up there now!” Kali yelled, her hands suddenly shaking, tiny sparks of Mystic light dancing against her long, painted fingernails.
    Calvin shot into motion, almost heading out of the door before Marco stopped him. Calvin spun around, his hands flexing open and closing. He yelled, “Why didn’t they call me? Shit!” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell. Scanning it, he yelled, “Shit!” He had multiple voice mails from Sanna and Tamar, each one hitting him on the hour. “I need to go to them.” He apprehensively glanced around, checking his weapons to see how much ammo he had.
    â€œWe’ll get them, bro. Just be calm. You’ll set off Khamun too, man, if you don’t chill,” Marco whispered. Both men stopped and glanced at an agitated Lenox.
    â€œYou see this?” Lenox said. “The numbers are adding up. These two are important! It’s not an accident that you have an Oracle being protected by a Gargoyle, and her brother is being protected by a Gargoyle as well. Check out the sister. Does she have one too?”
    Resting be damned , ran through Lenox’s mind, urgency fueling his motives and making him process what needed to go on. Units needed to go on alert, and they needed to make sure this family didn’t fall through the cracks, not another one.
    Khamun casually slid his cell phone open. He began making calls to various loyal Society council members who worked in conjunction with his family House and his own outcast of a House. Having loyal associates was everything within his world. Certain protocols dictated how acknowledged Houses worked, and since his House was unofficial, it made things easy for him to function without technically following the rigid rules of Society.
    But because he was also of a royal birth house and a Guardian, he himself had necessary rules and guidelines to follow, although his own House did not. That meant that, as the son of the region’s High Elder and of the long-living royal line in the States, he had duties to perform. It also helped having allies within the council. People he could use as liaisons. This kept the eyes of Society members who would like to take his father’s place as High Elder off him, his House, and his father. He was no fool to let them use him against his father for their own game. What he established with his own House also provided a means of never-ending protection for those he called family.
    The Nephilim world had changed a lot over the generations. A main reason was the fear of being wiped out, the shifting views of the many humans and hidden Nephilims they protected. Also, as generations changed, the many so-called righteous members of Society who thought they were better than everyone were really agents of the Cursed, allowing the Cursed to manipulate them and taint the old ways of the Light’s survival, democracy, and history.
    This was one of the main reasons he had to be sure to protect his Guide, because if a Cursed spy, or a Phantom as they called them, ever found out his truth and his Guide’s truth, then that could adversely affect the balance in this war and lead to a catastrophe.
    Shaking off his thoughts,