ASH MISTRY AND THE CITY OF DEATH by Sarwat Chadda Read Free Book Online

stillness was a lethal pause. Beside her stood Khan, his predatory eyes on the rat. His claws clicked and clicked with anticipation, about to take feline-rodent relations to their usual bloody conclusion. This was a glimpse into the demon heart of Parvati, and Ash wasn’t sure he liked it. His friends were dangerous people.
    And what does that make me?
    Monty put his hand to his throat and backed away. “A teeny-tiny arrangement?” He swallowed and sweat dripped off his long nose. “Fine. Have it your way.” He went to an old cathode ray-style TV in the corner. He unscrewed the back with his nail. “You have the diamond and we’re even, right?”
    “We’ll see,” said Parvati.
    The back cover fell off and Monty searched inside, coming out with a small brown cardboard box. Parvati took it off him and opened it up.
    The diamond caught every speck of light and amplified it within the countless facets on its surface. According to Indian legend all diamonds had their own sort of life, and seeing the Koh-i-noor glowing within the dingy room, Ash believed it. There was power, ancient and even malevolent, within its flawless heart. Rumoured to be cursed, it was said that he who possessed it would hold all the treasures of the world, and all its miseries.
    Ash turned to Monty. “Has anyone else made an offer for this?”
    Monty’s eyebrows rose. “What do you mean?”
    Ash’s voice dropped with cold anger. “Did Savage want it?”
    “Easy, Ash, I’ll deal with this,” said Parvati.
    “Oh my God.” Monty backed away. “You’re Ash Mistry, aren’t you? The Kali-aastra?” There was true, deep fear in Monty’s voice. He cringed in the corner, eyes wide and breath coming in desperate pants.
    Rakshasas died, like everyone else. But unlike humans, the demons were reincarnated with their memories and powers intact. It might take a few years for them to remember everything, but they didn’t fear death the way mortals did.
    Yet they feared Kali, the goddess of death and destruction. She was true annihilation. The end of existence. If a demon was killed by Kali or her weapon, there was no coming back. Ever.
    And Ash was exactly that, the weapon of Kali.
    Monty seemed to shrink. “Yes. He did. Savage wanted it.”
    “We’ve got company,” interrupted Khan. He was peering through the curtains at the main street. Ash joined him.
    A large white Humvee had rolled up on to the kerb, and Ash watched as a tawny-haired woman in white stepped out. Jackie, Savage’s right-hand woman. She was a jackal rakshasa and one of the two directly responsible for killing his uncle and aunt. Three men also got out of the big car, rakshasas for sure, but no one he recognised. With his enhanced senses, he knew Savage wasn’t in the car.
    Ash gripped the curtain. He wanted to tear it off and leap down and fight them. Kill them. The power inside of him stirred and swelled, urging him on.
    “Not now, Ash,” warned Parvati. “We don’t want to give Savage any warning.”
    Ash spun round and grabbed Monty. “Where is he?”
    “I don’t know, honestly!”
    Three points of light along Monty’s neck, two on the left, one at the base of his throat. A couple on either side of his head. Activating his knowledge of the kill points, of Marma Adi , was getting easier and easier. Ash tightened his right fist. Glowering at the petrified rat, he whispered. “I am going to count to three. Then, if the answer isn’t the one I want, I will put my knuckles through what little brain you have. One…”
    “Kolkata! He’s in Kolkata!” Monty’s gaze widened and his tail twitched in panic. “I only spoke to him today – check the area code on the mobile phone if you don’t believe me. He told me he was sending his servants over with the cash. It’s true!”
    “Where in Kolkata?” asked Parvati.
    “Two…”
    “Somewhere out of the Savage Foundation. That’s all I know, I swear!”
    The doorbell below rang.
    “Well?” asked Khan. “Let’s