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“I’m sorry to hear that,” Bran said.

“There’s no need to be. He changed, became a jerk.” She glanced at us again before focusing on Bran. “If you are not after me, what do you want?” she asked rudely.

“We are here to give you a chance to cancel the contract you signed with me and get your soul back,” Bran explained, speaking slowly so there was no misunderstanding.

“What’s going to happen to my daughter if I cancel?”

“Nothing.” Bran reached inside his pocket for the scroll with names. He read her name and the contract appeared. Putting the list away, he pulled the dagger from the sheath at his waist. Mrs. Watts took a step back, her eyes wide.

“It’s okay,” Bran said reassuringly. “All we need is a drop of your blood on the contract and you can go on with your life.”

She shook her head.

Bran sighed. “Mrs. Watts—”

“I can’t. If I cancel, Michele is going to be sick again. She just celebrated her eighth birthday this evening.” She hugged herself. “I don’t want to lose her.”

I tuned out Mrs. Watts and the others when I felt a sharp tug on my psi. I looked around and found the source.
Guys, look up
.

They stepped away from the doorway and looked up, everyone reaching for their weapons. Unlike in New York, the demon darted around as though eager for some action.

“Get inside the house, Mrs. Watts,” Bran ordered.

The woman had stepped from the door to see what held our attention, but from her confused expression, she couldn’t see the demon. She opened her mouth to speak, but Bran snapped, “Now!”

She scurried inside and bolted her door.

As a Cardinal Psi, I can see psi energies of anyone and anything, yet I couldn’t locate the demon’s energy. The special Xenithian jadeite core of our protective amulets didn’t glow either and my dagger wasn’t vibrating as it usually did in a demon’s presence. The jadeite emitted light that was harmful to demon, so all our weapons were forged from it. The blade of the Kris Dagger contained the purest form of the jadeite, the light from it deadly to demons. Maybe the clouds and the lightning shielded the demon’s energy from reaching us or something.

“We can’t fight him…her…whatever it is while it’s up there,” Izzy griped.

“Get down here and face us, you coward,” Sykes yelled, energy balls appearing above his palms.

“I’m going after the bastard,” Bran said, stepping away from us, two daggers in his hands, wings lifting.

“No,” we all protested.

“You can’t face an unknown demon on your own,” Remy said. “Only Lil’s lightning bolts can reach that far.”

“And if that fails…,” Bran vowed.

“Then I’ll use the Kris Dagger,” I answered firmly.

The others nodded. Bran took his time, but he finally jerked his head in approval. “Spread out and stay linked,” he instructed.

We moved apart, so if the demon attacked it wouldn’t get us all at once, but we stayed visible. I pulled out the Kris Dagger from its sheath, the ancient text racing up my arms as we linked. The jolt that shot through my body was exhilarating, the pain still there but insignificant.

I’m ready
, I informed the others, then willed lightning bolts from thin air. They zipped through the air like heat-seeking missiles.

The demon battled lightning with lightning, the explosions lighting up the sky like it was the Fourth of July fireworks show. I pointed my dagger upward.

Attack!

Green, bright light shot from the blade and headed straight toward the cloud demon. It would have been a clear hit, but the demon did something to bend the light, changing its trajectory to outer space.

That’s impossible
, someone ground out.

No demon had ever survived an attack by the Kris Dagger. But whatever the demon did, he or she forgot about the lightning bolts. They converged in its crackling core, causing it to expand. The resulting explosion was blinding. Then there was nothing but clear blue-black sky. No screaming. No smoking demon plunging to the ground.

“What in Tartarus was that?” Izzy asked.

“A new breed of demons,” Kim answered. “They don’t even scream anymore.”

As the others dissected what just happened and joined me, a strange feeling coiled my insides. As it spread, I realized what it was: panic. The Kris Dagger was the most powerful Nephilim weapon, and a demon had just bested it.

“You did it?” Bran said coming to stand beside me. He must have read my emotions.

“The demon deflected the dagger’s death rays, Bran. What are we dealing with?”

“I don’t know. Let’s finish with Mrs. Watts and go home.”

But Mrs. Watts had her doors and windows locked tight and lights turned off. Our knocks went unanswered. Or maybe we didn’t try hard enough. We were more concerned about the demon that could block the rays from the Kris Dagger.

“
I hate not knowing what we’re dealing with,” Izzy griped.

“Me, too,” I added.

A week had gone by since we killed the crackling-cloud demon. We each told the senior Cardinals our version of the events leading to that confrontation then we’d gotten our new orders—no more leaving the valley. No more canceling the remaining contracts.

Luckily, we weren’t too worried about them. We only had fifteen more to go, and all of them were Runners. The Security Team was trying to track them down. I recalled Grampa’s earnest expression when he’d said it. It was the lamest excuse in the book for putting us on a weeklong lockdown. Of course, no one had yet to admit that the senior Cardinals were busy trying to find the den of this new demon on their own. Even Bran wasn’t allowed to hunt with them anymore.

“The senior Cardinals have started a record of all the new demons we’ve encountered since Coronis got her one-way ticket to Tartarus,” Izzy said. “I saw it yesterday at the library. It’s growing fast.”

“Did they add ours?”

“Ours?” Kim asked scathingly. “You two are pathetic. We’ve been forced to hide in the valley for an entire week while the senior Cardinals chase their tails hoping to meet another crackling-cloud demon, and now that they’ve concluded the fiend was a lone hybrid and we can finally leave the valley, you sit here and yap about the same, stupid demon.”

“You’ve got to admit it spooked everyone,” I said.

“Whatever. Look at the guys,” Kim continued. “They don’t seem to care. They’re having fun.”

The sweaty, shirtless Guardians were slamming a ball over the volleyball net. We had decided to celebrate our freedom by joining the students from the Guardian Academy on their first vacation. The island crawled with excited teens sunbathing, swimming, or watching the game, their teachers and the Security Guardians from Xenith, but it was private and away from prying human eyes. The security shield and glamour covering it were impenetrable, and reached far into space. Located at the center of churning dark-blue waters of what humans called the Bermuda Triangle, Pearls Island was the last stop for Guardians teleporting home to Xenith. The portal was in the middle of the forest inside a lake.

My gaze swung back to Bran just as he looked my way. I smiled when he winked, dimples flashing. At six-foot-three, with massive raven-black wings and matching hair which had grown longer over the summer, he stood out even among the gorgeous Guardians.

“Stupid game,” Izzy continued. “It’s nothing but a chance for them to show off their powers to the students.” She lowered her sunglasses to glare at her boyfriend Rastiel, who was home for the holidays. “He’s neglected me since we got here. Maybe I should make out with someone else.”

“Maybe you should give him a reason to ditch volleyball. You too, Lil. Get up, walk right past them, and take a dip in the ocean. There’s something to be said about the power of a wet swimsuit. Just remember to keep your chins up and push your chests out. Especially you, Lil. You slouch.”

Not bothered by the criticism, I giggled, visualizing myself waddling like a goose with my butt sticking out and my modest chest straining against the bright-blue bikini top. My usual one-piece swimsuit had finally been traded for a skimpy bikini in the name of looking hot for my boyfriend. Bran didn’t care what I wore. He never had, but I was beginning to learn the meaning of peer pressure.

Izzy had pushed and scolded me until I gave in to a makeover. The manicure and pedicure were nice enough. The electric-blue nail polish matched my bikini. But I’d hated the hours at the salon while a stylist washed, trimmed, and tried to tame my unruly red hair—until I looked in the mirror. The partial French braids held back half of my hair and the rest tumbled down my shoulders in glorious curls, making me look exotic.

A collective gasp drew my attention back to the game. Bran was up in the air, chasing the ball. He turned and sent the ball flying with one giant sweep of his wings. The ball jetted downward to the other side of the net. A crack filled the air as a teacher tried to block the ball and ended up with a broken arm. A collective “ooh” came from the spectators. He disappeared in mid-air and someone else took his place. He wasn’t the first player to get hurt. Guardian volleyball was brutal. One of the Civilians had set up a healing room inside the resort’s main building to take care of injuries.

Guardian beach volleyball was crazy and weird. The net was five times as wide and high as the ones used by humans, the play area huge, and bets were off on the use of powers. Good thing the island was private, its location unknown to humans.

Bran looked at me and grinned when they scored.

You are amazing
, I telepathed him.

Thank you
. He made a flamboyant bow, which made Remy and Sykes tease him.

“Rastiel’s team sucks. The only students cheering for them were Celeste and her friends,” Izzy mumbled.

Celeste, Bran’s sister, would cheer for the underdogs just to be contrary. It was what made her so interesting. Rastiel, Izzy’s boyfriend since her early teens, had the ability to control air. He might not have had enough power to become a Cardinal Air Guardian like Kim, but he had enough for a mean game of beach volleyball. Rumor had it that he planned to teach at the Academy when he finished college.

“They didn’t stand a chance to begin with,” Kim said with indifference then she raised the brim of her beach hat and lowered her sunglasses to peer at the shirtless guys. “But who knew the Academy had such hot teachers?”

“You wouldn’t,” I said, knowing how often she changed boyfriends.

Kim shrugged. “Why not? I’m single.”

“Not for long,” Izzy said in a sing-song tone.

“Shut up.” Kim imitated her tone.

“You’ll have to tell them some time,” Izzy added in a serious tone.

“I don’t have to do anything,” Kim said firmly.

Izzy made a face then raised her hand. A frozen pink and yellow drink with a tiny umbrella, courtesy of the Civilian cabana boy behind us in the beach snack bar, floated into her hand.

I wondered what the stilted conversation between Izzy and Kim meant. The two were pretty tight, so being in the dark wasn’t something new to me. As the youngest in our team of junior Cardinals, I’d been reduced to little sister status, privy to only what they chose to share.

“I think you should tell them to back off,” Izzy insisted. “Their attitude is archaic and so last millennium.”

“They’re my parents, and I don’t want to discuss this anymore,” Kim snapped.

“Suit yourself. I’m going for a swim.” Izzy plucked her wide brim hat and her sunglasses, and threw them on top of her bag, her attention shifting to her boyfriend. “Maybe I’ll turn into a siren, lure Rastiel into the water and drown him.”

She crossed the sand with a gentle roll of her hips, drawing the attention of the players. Rastiel almost got bludgeoned by the volleyball when he continued to watch Izzy until she dove under a wave.

“Idiot,” Kim murmured.

“Rastiel?” I asked.

Kim hesitated, then she removed her hat, finger-combed her long blonde tresses and sighed. “Izzy. They had a fight, but it means nothing. Rastiel is nuts about her, and their families approve of their relationship.”

“You think they’ll be mated?”

“She hasn’t said anything, but she’s eighteen now and can choose him if she likes.” Her tone was neutral, but my empathic senses picked up envy.

Why would she be jealous of Izzy? Kim hooked up with different guys all the time, two in the past year, strung them along then dumped them. I wanted to ask her what was wrong without appearing nosy, but I wasn’t sure how to go about it.

“It’s interesting that we…women…get to choose who we mate with,” I said.

She shrugged. “That was Goddess Xenia’s way of dealing with male arrogance. She saw how our forefathers abused their power by taking many mates.”

“So do you have someone in mind for a mate?” I asked tentatively.

Kim bit her lower lip, and for a brief moment I was sure she wouldn’t respond.

“Why don’t you go for a swim too instead of interrogating me?” she said.

“Nah,” I said, shaking my head. I’d done enough scuba diving. Bran and his ability to trap pockets of air under water made scuba diving quite an experience.

“I suppose you and Bran will have
a pactus
when you officially choose him,” Kim asked with a mocking smile that usually bugged me. Not today though. Beach times had been rare this summer and I wasn’t about to let her spoil it for me. “I guess so.”

He was my soul mate, or to use the ancient term, my
alrune
. I was attracted to him the moment we met even though I thought he was from the loony bin at the time. He was confident and fearless. But his most admirable quality was his loyalty to his family, even to his brother, who didn’t deserve it. Falling in love with him had been inevitable. Mating with him was something I’d assumed was a given, not that I needed to think about such things now. I had about a year to go before I could ask him to be my mate.

Frowning, I studied him. Would he say yes? Just because women did the asking didn’t necessarily mean men said yes. I’d never attended a
pactus
, the mating ceremony performed in the temple of Goddess Xenia in Xenith—the Guardians’ homeland. Nephlings weren’t allowed in Xenith, and since I was one, thanks to my human grandmother, that meant Bran and I would not be mated there.

“I’m going to read in the cabana for a while.” I nodded toward the one set aside just for us Cardinals.

“Remember, we’re leaving in less than hour,” she reminded me.

“I know.” I reached for the book in my tote bag, my hand brushing against the strap of my dagger’s belt. Even on vacation, we carried weapons just in case demons attacked. Not that they would dare come after us on Pearls Island.

A shadow fell over me, the silhouette of the wings reaching Kim. Squinting, I looked up at Bran and fought a blush when he studied me with heated emerald eyes.

Water droplets glistened like diamonds on his tanned chest, the scar of the Guardian amulet light between his pecs. Funny, I had once thought the scar marred the perfection of his golden skin. Now it was a reminder of how much he’d sacrificed to leave the demonic world and join us.

“Done showing off?” I asked, smiling.

“For the moment,” he answered cockily. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He must have felt my brief moment of sadness when I was thinking about Xenith. It was great to have a boyfriend so in tune with my feelings.

Izzy appeared behind him. “If you want to drool over the new and improved Lil, take her away from here and do it in private.”

“I second that,” Kim said with a bite in her voice.

Bran ignored them. He offered me his hand, pulled me straight into his arms and wrapped a possessive arm around my waist.

“New and improved?” he asked, his right eyebrow arcing as he glanced at Izzy.

“You know. The hair, new swimsuit, the whole makeover. She looks hot. Told you he’d drool,” she added, winking at me.

“I don’t drool,” Bran protested though half-heartedly.

“Do too,” Izzy retorted.

“I don’t need to. Lil always looks hot in anything she wears,” he added, smiling.

I hugged his arm. He said the nicest things ever. I kissed him.

Izzy made a gagging sound. “You two are nauseating.”

Kim pointed toward the cabana and added imperiously, “Go. You’re messing with my tan.”

Bran grinned. “We’re going, but not because you ordered us to. I’ve something else on my mind.”

“Yeah, we know,” Kim quipped.

“Thank me later,” Izzy teased.

“Shut up.” I still wasn’t used to their teasing.
Let’s go to the lounge
, I telepathed Bran.

No, we’re heading up
. He scooped me up like I weighed nothing, then he teleported with me.

We materialized in the air, his wings beating fast to stabilize us. Below us, the Guardians looked like ants on the powder-white beach. The Bahamian colonial-style houses of the resort blended with the palm trees and the pristine turquoise waters lapping the shores of the island. Admiring the view from the air wasn’t what I had in mind, but at least we were alone.

He shot up, aiming higher. Over his shoulders, the islands grew smaller. A few miles away, several cruise ships drifted in the darker, deeper waters. Not a single cloud marred the perfection of the sky.

Bran did a couple of loop-de-loops, then steadied us, his dimples flashing and emerald-green eyes sparkling. He was happiest when flying.

“What do you think of the view?” Bran asked.

“Beautiful.” I looked into his eyes. “I think you deliberately brought me up here because you were losing.”

“Losing?”

“The game where you’d look at me then pretend not to.” I tapped his nose. “You’re not that sneaky.”

He chuckled and brushed his lips against my temple. “I could never ignore you, Sunshine. You’re my chosen mate.”

“I haven’t decided on that yet,” I teased, trying not to laugh when shock registered in his expressive green eyes.