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

for her?” I said in disbelief. “She could be fighting for her life right now. I have to find her.”
    “You are far more important.”
    I couldn’t believe how insensitive he was being. Far more important? Bullshit. I wiped at the moist tears that hung from my chin and straightened my shoulders. “If you won’t help me, then I’ll do it myself.”
    Before I could rise to my feet, another man, one I had barely noticed earlier, jumped over a table and broke chairs and pushed through the last stragglers left in the club as he rushed to Dorian’s side. Then, just as quickly, three more men came from different directions. Four in all, aside from Dorian. They readied their stances, forming a circle around me as if they had anticipated this attack and planned for it. All of them were muscular and over six feet but with different hair colors and cuts. Each man carried a different set of weapons, but not one of them held a gun. That was the most unsettling.
    Dorian kept his body poised toward the entrance with his back to me as he quickly issued orders to the other men.
    “Miles, set up the perimeter. We’re going to need to make a quick exit.”
    “Jude, I need you to pull in any guardians who are nearby. If he’s coming, and I think he is, we’ll need everyone we can get.”
    The two men took off in opposite directions. I didn’t have a chance to question what was happening. I was dumbstruck by their conversation. Who the hell were all these men?
    “Stefan, what’s the estimate?”
    The man with thick blond hair stepped forward. “Necros. At least twenty, maybe more.”
    In the next second, the entire club went pitch-black. I recognized the sharp chill as it began tingling in my chest and worked its way through my entire body. Oh shit. We were about to deal with something very, very bad.
    “Dammit.” Dorian swore less than a foot away. “There’s not enough time.”
    A loud crash interrupted their conversation.
    “There’s more trying to break through on the other side,” a deep male voice said. “Rev and Sylus are trying to hold them out. But it won’t be long.”
    Another crashing sound around the back of the club sent the men running.
    Dorian spoke briefly. “Stay here, Abby, I’ll come back for you.”
    Alone, I tumbled backward and huddled against the nearest corner, guided by my hands. The room was unnaturally dark, almost as if a black cloud had come through and filled every space. My instincts screamed for me to get the hell out of there, but I didn’t have a clue which way was out and I wasn’t leaving without Reagan.
    Question after question bombarded me in the shadows. Who was Dorian? What the hell was attacking everyone? Where was Reagan? Was she alive? How long before these things found me?
    A new set of screams tore through the club followed by maniacal laughter, the sound more horrifying than anything I’d heard that night. In the fog, a set of ruby-colored lights suddenly appeared, floating several feet away. They changed direction quickly, swinging back and forth from the movement as they headed toward me. I swallowed down my crippling fear. I crawled farther back until there was nowhere else to go, caught between what I could only assume was a wall and a shelf. When the lights were less than a foot from me, Dorian’s face revealed itself out of the darkness, his figure lit by the sanguine glow of the sabers in his hands.
    “What’s happening?”
    “Abby, please. I don’t have time to explain. I need you to come with me.”
    I peered at the blades in his hands as they hung only inches from me.
    “I’m not here to hurt you.”
    He holstered one of the sabers and reached a hand out for me to take. When I didn’t make any attempt to return the gesture, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “This is not how I wanted this to happen. I hoped I’d have more time to take this slowly, to reveal things one at a time. But that chance has passed. We don’t have time for