From Broken Blade
“What the fuck?” I whispered. I flexed my hand and longed for the weight of my blade. She wasn’t there, though, and I had to make do with the gun. Mesmerized, I stared at it, barely even aware I’d drawn it. Why was I holding the damn gun?
I jerked my head to look at TJ.
She was watching me sadly. “He’s hurting, too, Kit. Don’t hate me too much. I’m just trying to help you, kid.”
It hit me then and I lunged for the back door.
Another frenzy of lightning hit and then the ward shattered with a groan. Bits and pieces of magic fell to the earth, sparkling in the air. I could see them from the corner of my eyes and the death of the ward sucked the air out of me. If I’d moved a few seconds sooner, I would have gotten away.
But I was sensitive to magic and the power of the ward death’s left me reeling. As I stumbled against the bar, I was painfully aware of the roar echoing through the bar.
The doors opened and spat Damon’s bloodied form at my feet.
I backed up, determined to get something between us.
Something. TJ. Goliath. Anything or anybody.
But TJ had disappeared.
And I was alone with Damon.
Longer excerpt coming soonish.