Heart of Vengeance (Alice Worth, #6)

by Lisa Edmonds

“I’ll take point,” Lucy told us. “Ronan, watch our backs.” Daisy growled. “With the wolf’s help,” Lucy amended. Ronan snorted. When we reached the front step, I raised my hand and held it near the door. “House is warded.” I closed my eyes and studied the spellwork. “The wards target nonhumans.” “Most wards around here do,” Lucy said. “Human invaders are less of a worry than all the things that go bump in the night.” “Allow me to earn my keep.” Ronan placed his palm flat against the door. I flinched as the house wards broke. The flash of pain faded as the magic dissipated. “I could have done that,” Malcolm muttered. Ronan raised his boot and kicked in the door. The door, the bar behind it, and the doorframe exploded into the entryway of the house. “I could have done that,” Lucy said. I caught a flash of a shadow heading for us. Its dark magic was unmistakable. I knew—though I didn’t know how I knew—that it was death incarnate. A blood magic blade emerged from my fingers. Ronan drew his sword and sliced the shadow in half. It let out a bone-chilling scream as it disintegrated. “A shade,” Lucy said grimly. “Shit.” “I could have done that,” I said. Ronan sighed. “You are all very difficult to impress.” “Stop trying to impress us,” Lucy snapped. He raised his hand. A ball of silver-blue light formed on his palm, illuminating the interior of the house. “No.”

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