Garden of the Gods (The Immortals Series Book 3) (19 page)

Angel’s Alley
,
Book 4 of
The Immortals
series

Barcelona, 193
8
. Colin and Anna followed the line of tightly packed bodies out of the bomb shelter. The Nationalists had recently begun bombing the city and even though Anna and Colin were immortal, the bombings were so heavy and intense, there was no point in staying above ground. They’d found they were more useful helping to get the sick or elderly somewhere safe anyway, so they’d spent much of the past couple of days shuffling in and out of shelters throughout the city.

On the third evening of the Nationalists’ aerial campaign against Barcelona, Colin and Anna found themselves hunting through the ruins of the city. As always, demons had flocked to Barcelona in the wake of the misery and suffering humans had created here, and they couldn’t keep up with the influx of Hell’s minions as they prowled the streets looking for victims who had given up hope or who were desperate enough for a diabolical miracle. Sometime around two in the morning, they lost count of how many demons they’d already chased down and killed.

“
What do you think? A dozen?”
Anna asked.

Colin looked at the shell of a building across the street from them, trying to decide if they should pursue the huge bat or the slightly off-shape jackal. “
At least a dozen. I’m thinking the jackal. That bat may actually be able to fly.”

“
God, I am not in the mood to chase anything that can fly. Let’s go for the bad impersonator. Although maybe it’s a dog of some sort and not a jackal.”

Colin shrugged. He was too tired to care what kind of animal this demon thought it looked like. They were about to cross the street when someone touched Colin’s jacket sleeve and stopped him. It was human, and they both
knew
that, but there was a vicious civil war being waged, so Colin spun around ready to fight the person who’d just gotten his attention. But the young man held his hands up indicating he had no intention of fighting him and nodded toward the demons across the street.

“Need my help?” he whispered to Colin and Anna in Spanish.

Colin exhaled in relief and backed into the shadows with the young man. Anna followed him and resisted the temptation to tell the young hunter he could have the entire city. They were going to get some sleep.

“Yeah,” Colin sighed. “We’ve been out here all night. We’re exhausted.”

The young man extended his hand and offered them a smile. At least, the O’Conners thought he was smiling. Now that they were out of the reflection of the moon, it was really too dark to tell. “I’m Andrzej,” he offered.

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