Her Black Wings (The Dark Amulet Series Book 1) Read Free

I’m dead too, you know.” Amalya looked heavenward. “Why are we still here?”
    “How should I know?” he said and added sarcastically, “God has a plan for us all.”
    “Oh, shut up. Neither of us believes that.” She shook her head. “Can I ask you something, now that we’re dead and all?” He sneered. “How come you picked me up if you already had—?”
    “Oh, please, you’re not fucking stupid. The police were looking for a single white male and—”
    A solitary noise resounded. At first, Amalya was reminded of a high-pitched dog whistle that gradually increased in volume. “Ahhhh!” She flattened her palms over her ears. Other sounds joined the screaming squeal.
    Reed keeled over with his head between his hands. Black as tar blotches leached toward his writhing form, creeping along the ground until a circle formed around him. Translucent dark mist rose and blanketed him. His mouth opened in anguish but his screams couldn’t be heard over the shrieking sounds.
    Amalya must have yelled too because part of the mist lashed out. The wisp grazed the back of her bare hand and stung like a hundred tattoo needles bombarding her skin all at once. She yelped and leapt backward. Her wide eyes remaining on the scene, her feet continued, toe to heel, toe to heel, until she came up against a solid immovable mass.
    She gasped.
    Moist, hot air heated the nape of her neck. Her body lurched and she stumbled a step forward. The smell of charcoal burned the inside of her nose and filled her lungs. Another blast of heated air hit her neck.
    Everything went quiet.
    Reed was gone.
    Her mind couldn’t or wouldn’t register what was before her.
    “Nooo—” Her scream caught in the back of her throat.
    An enormous creature with pitch black skin and long pointed horns threw its head back and roared. Saliva dripped from its fanged teeth.
    She swallowed hard and spun around, her hair whipping her in the face. Amalya’s legs couldn’t move as fast as her brain commanded. She fell hard. Her knees struck the pavement and ripped holes her jeans. She scrambled to her feet. Two steps were as far forward as she went. Her feet lifted off the ground and bicycle-kicked in the air.
    Her body felt light as a feather. Had she become a bird? Couldn’t be, she didn’t have wings. Up. Up.
    What’s happening?
    She raised her eyes toward the sky. The clouds parted, a shaft of light descended. Amalya smiled.
    Thank God.
    Her joy came to an abrupt halt the same time her body stopped floating heavenward. She bobbed in the air like a helium balloon that had been reined in by a child jerking on the string. The light dissipated.
    “No. No, no, no.” Seconds, she stayed buoyant, then a tugging force dragged her down toward the Earth. Amalya flailed her arms and legs in an attempt to counteract the pull.
    “Help!”
    She kicked and screamed. Claws pierced the skin of her waist. She grabbed at the dark beast’s fingers, trying to pry them off. Raised lines covered the skin on the backs of his hands. Her nails only scratched the surface. A deep chuckle near her ear stilled her for a moment.
    “You’re mine,” the creature drawled.
    What? No.
    “Help!” Her eyes widened. A hand clamped over her mouth and muffled her scream.
    The last thing she saw was the top of that little boy’s head and eyes peeking out of the back window of the silver car. Their eyes met and he dipped below the window out of sight.
    Her body went lax and her mind went blank.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
     
    Abaddon
     
    Abaddon, the Supreme Demon of Netherworld, gazed down at the limp female cradled in his arms. Finally. His Amalya. He’d watched her from his gazing pool, a crystal clear bottomless depth inside his realm. Her hair blew in the frigid breeze. This angered him. Fuck winter and its wind. He tried to shield her by curling his bulk of a body around her as he carried her to the portal of his realm he’d opened up. A soft moan passed