Dark Summoner (Relic Keeper Series Book 1) by D.D. Miers Read Free Book Online Page A

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    She stepped forward, blocking our visibility and then screamed in horror as a person tumbled into her. The blonde woman and the figure toppled into each other, her legs going over her head as they twisted and crashed down on the floor just below my feet. She shoved him off, and he landed on his back, revealing vacant eyes. The last remnants of blood poured from his mouth as it hung open. Bruises, more blood, and another substance covered his entire body. His shirt and pants were torn from head to toe by what looked like claw marks scratched across his neck, chest, and arms.
    Then everything went to hell.

I t took all of the women two seconds to process everything before they screamed and ran like wild animals. I was the last person to leave the bathroom. Earlier, I had been too shocked to breathe, let alone run, but now fear had me moving at full speed. I grabbed the door and pushed my way through the crowds of people toppling over one another as they tried to escape. The high-pitched screams came from every direction as I shoved my way toward the dance floor. The music boomed through the club, still going in its hypnotic beat while people were being torn apart. Blue lights flashed around the black room. In the VIP area, people scrambled to get down the staircase, practically trampling over one another. I couldn’t see what everyone was running from. I wasn’t even sure they knew. I caught glimpses of Dorian as he stood at the edge of the balcony, searching for something or someone. My heart dropped as I thought of Reagan. Where was she? Was she all right?
    A nightmarish sound caused the ground to quake. It sounded like thunder. A second later, a screeching roar tore through the club and everyone halted. I looked up again to see Dorian staring down at me from overhead. His entire demeanor had changed. There was a dangerous, lethal look about him. He was no longer searching as his eyes landed on me.
    A woman screamed and toppled into me. Her blood-drenched hands grabbed onto my shoulders as she shook me. “Abby! Oh my god, Abby.” It took me a second to realize it was Julia, covered in blood and cuts and unnaturally pale. Hysterical with vacant eyes, she rambled. “They’re eating people. David . . . David is gone. Oh my god.”
    Eating people? What the hell was happening?
    “Where’s Reagan?” I asked her, my voice shaky from fear. But she didn’t answer. She stared at something invisible in the distance. I didn’t want to be cruel. She was obviously in shock, but she was alive and the last person to see Reagan. I grabbed her by the shoulders. I enunciated every word slowly. “Where . . . is . . . Reagan . . . Julia?”
    “I . . . I don’t know. The last time I saw her . . . I . . . I don’t know. Oh god, Abby! David is gone.” She almost collapsed to the ground, but I caught her. She slumped forward into my arms, her hot tears soaking my shoulder as she cried at the loss of her brother.
    Out of nowhere, she was torn from my arms and flung across the dance floor. She choked as her body flew like a rag doll and smacked into a far wall. She landed on her stomach, her eyes open and lifeless.
    I had barely a second to see Dorian coming as he slammed into me, taking us both down to the floor. Glass and candles flew into the air. He rolled to his feet as he shoved me behind him. He brandished two large blades, his movements fluid and controlled as he swung them in the air, preparing himself for an impending attack. None of this seemed real.
    “Abby, we have to get out of here. Now.” His head snapped left to right as he assessed an unseen threat.
    I looked at Julia’s lifeless body. Even though I knew she was dead, I needed to do something—anything—for her. “What about Julia?”
    “She’s gone. We must leave. Now.”
    Tears streaked down my cheeks as the horror and reality of what happened settled in. “I need to find Reagan.”
    “We can’t wait for Reagan.”
    “Wait