Death Angel (Death Angel Series Book 1) by Raquel Dove Read Free Book Online

guidance. Ms. Blankenship looked back up at her sternly.
    “Tell him,” she said sharply, pointing to the phone. “General Sebastian Black, standby.”
    Gabrielle quickly repeated the words into the phone, her voice near trembling as she did. The male voice on the other end calmed instantly.
    “Standing by for coordinates,” he said, and then fell silent as he waited for coordinates, to what Gabrielle had no idea.
    “I’ve got his coordinates,” Kaia said, a look of relief washing over her, “transferring them to the main office now.”
    “I’ve already got the reinforcements notified,” Nettie said, chiming in as her fingers continued to type. Ms. Blankenship straightened and looked at Gabrielle once again. The immediacy was gone from her face, replaced with heavy disapproval.
    “You can hang up the phone now,” she said. She looked back at the computer and the other women in the office, placing a hand on her hip. “Now we just have to wait.”
    The two women immediately stopped typing. The room seemed to freeze, the chaos suddenly dissipating.
    “Do you think he’ll make it back?” Kaia asked as she looked up at Ms. Blankenship. Gabrielle could hear the fright, concern, and uncertainty in her voice.
    “He always has,” Ms. Blankenship said, trying to calm the nerves of the other women, but her own voice carried some uncertainty. “I’m afraid his sister may already be too far gone.”

Chapter Six
     
     
    “Kasen,” Markus, clapped his friend lightly on the shoulder as he came up behind him in their favorite local bar. It was a small place, with a quiet ambiance and dark atmosphere that kept most people from coming here. It was never crowded, but always had enough people to make the night fun. Coffee tables were scattered around the place, surrounded by comfortable overstuffed leather chairs.
    Kasen buckled forward and coughed a little. A group of fighters passed by. They knew who the two Generals were, even though they had changed out of their General clothes and tried to hide their status. Their names were recognizable throughout the Death Angel Society, but so were their faces. Markus had hoped they wouldn’t stand out. Perhaps he could help his friend find the one woman in the Society who didn’t know who he was.
    “Sorry,” Markus said, his face scrunching in concern as he took a seat across from him. Kasen waived off his concern.
    “It’s…,” Kasen’s words were interrupted by a cough, “It’s nothing. This damn Sickness is acting up again.”
    “Yeah,” Markus said, leaning back in the chair and considering his friend. Kasen could see the concern on his face. He could certainly understand. The Sickness was the main killer in the Society of Death Angels, actually it was the only killer, outside of Darklings.
    “You shouldn’t worry,” Kasen said, putting a small smile on his lips. “I’ve been battling this thing for nearly a century. It’s inconvenient at times, but I don’t see it winning anytime soon.”
    “I hope not,” Markus said, smiling back at his friend. “I don’t know who I’d talk to all day if you weren’t here.”
    “There’s always Sebastian,” Kasen said, smirking at Markus as he finally got his coughing under control.
    “Yeah,” Markus said with a laugh echoing his words. “Conversation would be a bit too one sided for my tastes.”
    “He’s not so bad,” Kasen said with a shrug. “Not as bad as people like to think.”
    “I think you’re the only one that thinks that,” Markus said, raising a brow. He motioned for the waiter to bring him a glass of his favorite whiskey.
    Kasen took another sip of tea and Markus insisted that was what had given away their status. A bar that served tea was preposterous, but if a General demanded tea in a bar, that’s exactly what he got. A smiling girl in the distance behind Kasen suddenly caught Markus’ attention before he could make anything of the argument.
    She was petite, just like he liked them,