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chasing a
rabbit. He was having too much fun for his own good.
    Kara sidestepped around two charging
Seirs and increased her speed. Cool wind brushed against her face.
Flailing arms grazed her, and she was super-charged for the last
few feet. The gatehouse came into view. Almost there . .
.
    Pain exploded in her back. She cried
out and fell face first into the hard ground. As she spit the dirt
from her mouth, a large black boot slammed the ground right in
front of her face. Kara raised her head.
    Ranab sneered wickedly and stomped her
fingers with his boot. “Told you, you wouldn’t get away from me
this time, angel.”
     

Chapter 4
    Lock, Stock and
Barrel
     
     
     
    K ara gritted her teeth and held back a scream. She desperately
tried to pull her fingers free, but Ranab was too heavy. She was
paralyzed. The blade’s poison dripped down into her back and burned
like liquid fire. She could feel her elemental power rising to the
surface.
    “ Get off. I don’t want to
hurt you, Seir,” said Kara.
    Ranab threw back his head
and laughed. “Hurt me? You can’t hurt me, little angel. Don’t you remember? It’s
against your sacred laws. No angel can harm a mortal. You can’t
even touch men like me that slaughter angel souls for fun. A little
stupid, don’t you think?”
    His bald head gleamed in the
moonlight, and the gloom of the castle’s interior walls shadowed
his face. His sickly white skin and long black coat reminded Kara
of Nosferatu, the vampire from the 1922 horror film. But instead of
craving blood, he was after her soul.
    The sound of battle reverberated
against Kara’s chest. She listened for signs of her friends.
Nothing—only inhuman grunts. Had the Seirs captured her friends as
well? Her body tensed as she fought to control her anger. Lilith
was probably having a good laugh right about now. This wasn’t how
things were supposed to work out.
    “ There’s a loophole in the
law,” lied Kara. “I can kill you, and I will if you don’t let me
go.”
    “ Ha! You think I’m stupid,
little angel? I know your laws better than you. I know you can’t
harm a hair on my head.”
    “ You don’t have any
hair.”
    Ranab kneeled down and ground his
boots on Kara’s fingers. His sour breath stung her nose like toxic
waste. With a flick of his wrist, he pointed a death blade in her
face. “I’ve been looking for you—Kara Nightingale. You see, you’ve
got something I need.”
    “ Lucky me,” growled Kara
and did her best to avoid his hot breath which was closer to toxic
waste than mere dog breath.
    “ There’s a bounty on your
soul.” Ranab smiled at the confused expression on Kara’s face.
“Ah—so you didn’t know, did you? Your soul is worth more than a
thousand miserable angel souls. It’s the key to the gates of the
netherworld. Still no idea what I’m talking about, huh? Well, it
doesn’t matter. Truth is, the brethren have been looking for you
all over the globe. And here you fall into my hands in a pretty
package. Must be my lucky day.”
    “ Luck had nothing to do
with it.” Kara glowered and wished she could slap the smile off his
face. “You’re just as psychotic as your mistress. I’m warning
you...you better let me go.”
    Ranab lowered his brows. “Or what?
You’ll tickle me to death? You’re not going anywhere. It’s the end
of the road for you, angel. It’s over; you’re done. But my life is
just beginning. Your soul will get me far beyond the third
plane.”
    He grinned widely,
revealing rows of stained brown teeth like rotten corn. The tip of
his blade grazed against her cheek, burning her mortal flesh. She
blinked the vapors from her eyes. “A Seir needs one thousand angel
souls to pass through the third plane and into the gates of the
netherworld. I’ve been waiting thirty-seven years for this chance.
My mistress has promised me unimaginable power. I will be immortal
once I give her your soul. I will join my brethren in the netherworld—and we will
feast on