Fallen Angel of Mine by John Corwin Read Free Book Online

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seemed to notice as they stared intently at the list, and I
recovered, forcing my face away from the redheaded temptress. Many
of the names on the list were crossed out in various colors of ink,
the names and addresses still visible through the hasty slashes.
Hand-written notes crowded the margins next to the names. Deceased and Missing were the two
most-used words. Some names had a small number next to them and the
numbers corresponded to numeric notations next to the sentences on
the last page.
    "Where did you get this?" Kassallandra
asked, walking around to my other side and taking a seat next to me
on the flat boulder.
    "Underborn," I replied.
    A look of mild amazement crossed her
face. "You keep dangerous company."
    "My girlfriend is the most dangerous of
all."
    A smile touched her face and just as
quickly vanished. She took a page of names from my hand and
examined it. "I believe I know what these people are—or
were."
    "Foreseers," Elyssa said, pressing her
curvy hip to mine and sandwiching me between the two
women.
    I took a deep breath, trying to
concentrate on the paper, instead drawing in a heady dose of
female-scented air. Brain number two perked up along with the
insatiable incubus inside of me. I frantically shifted my train of
thought to baseball before something embarrassing
happened.
    Kassallandra took the page with
numbered sentences on it, hopefully unaware of the hormonal war
raging in my bloodstream and said, "Underborn was tracking down
these people, trying to piece together the complete
prophecy?"
    "I think so," Elyssa said with a
nod.
    "How interesting." She shifted sideways
so she could view both of us at once. Her eyes, now a muted amber
hue, searched our faces for a moment. "Does this foreseeance have
something to do with Thunder Rock?"
    I shrugged. "Underborn said it might be
connected to the events here."
    Kassallandra eyed the page in her hand,
eyes narrowing with every passing second. "This speaks of momentous
events and an important choice." Her gaze met mine. "Are these
fragments of Foreseeance forty-three eleven?"
    My eyebrow quirked. "You've heard of
it?"
    "Only by chance." She ran a finger down
the page. Her eyes snapped up to meet mine over the edge of the
sheet. "This is about you, is it not?" Her voice was heavy with
accusation.
    I scooted sideways a bit, pushing
Elyssa with my hip as my body tried to get away from Kassallandra's
stare. "Vallaena and Underborn seem to think so."
    "Vallaena is so convinced she tried to
put Justin under her protection," Elyssa added.
    Kassallandra pushed her hair behind an
ear. "How intriguing."
    I was tempted to snatch the sheet back
from her. "Well, what does it say?"
    She ran her finger to the
top of the page. "As the alliance splinters
into factions, so come the destroyers. None shall be strong enough
alone to withstand their might. For they once ruled here and once
again shall they rule. Unless the half-damned soul reunites the
dissolution, all shall once again descend into the shadow of the
light."
    Elyssa pressed a hand to my thigh and
leaned over. "That's exactly what's happening now. The Conclave—the
alliance it mentions—is falling apart."
    "And I'm supposed to unite it?" I said,
my voice going up an octave.
    "Perhaps," Kassallandra
said. "There is more from a different seer." She smoothed the sheet
against her leg and continued. " I see not
one, but two half-damned upon this plane. One is wreathed in the
dark, the other in the light. Both gather their armies for the
fight. In the end, two choices will be decided, but only one will
matter. And the sacrifice must be made ."
    "Two half-damned?" I pressed my face
against my hands as a hollow space formed in my chest and pressed
outward, threatening to consume me. "Am I really half-damned
because of my Daemos half?"
    Kassallandra touched my hand and
offered a grim smile. "Those who believe in damnation because of
our lineage are fools. Just because we are the progeny of those who
come from