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"Yes Touchto wait another er ready He rushed into the alley and grabbed the man’s shoulder Spun hi in the grey light

With a grunt, the scribe fell back

It was a trap

"You ori said with a leer "We haven’t met"

"No need to introduce yourself," Malachi said softly as the twoyou soon" If the Grigori had been carrying an ordinary weapon, Malachi wouldn’t have hesitated His tales told hier It shone with a dark leam

"I’m sure that would usually be true," the other man said "I could barely sense you Your concealori was old Malachi hadn’t exa down the street, but on closer inspection, Malachi sensed his opponent’s age His scent was deep, not like the lighter scent of a young soldier His green eyes were calculating And now that he had drawn Malachi in, he had no interest in the wo to the ed "I beg--" She cried out when the Grigori flung her into the wall

He was stronger than the young ones If Malachi had to guess, he’d say the Grigori was almost as old as Rhys

Which

Malachi snarled, curling his lip as the realization struck As if reading hiseyes

"I have killed your kind, Scribe But please feel free to underestier That will suitin puzzles Malachi lunged to the right, taking the er to his left hand and reached around, trying to pierce the base of the Grigori’s skull

His opponent ducked and countered The blade slashed along Malachi’s sto as it hit the protective spells Malachi’s skin held… then split open with a hiss

It was no ordinary blade The Grigori carried an angelic weapon

His h echoed off the walls "I do love that look of surprise! When was the last tirunted as he sucked in the pain, weaving it into the fabric of his armor as he shifted and hooked his ankle around the otherthe man to stumble back The blade clattered away

The sori’s face He dropped into the fall, rolling over and away froer where it had fallen Malachi saw his eyes dart into the night sky a second before the footsteps landed behind hiori with the angelic blade rinned as he spun around Taking stock of his new opponents, he realized that all of the one in the solar plexus as his right arm extended toward the other In one sori’s head around and plunged the knife deep into the base of his skull

The human woan to disintegrate Within seconds, there was only a fine gold dust, drifting up in a colu toward the heavens

He looked over his shoulder, but the blond Grigori had fled, leaving hi to his feet, and the other one looked like he wanted to run after his friend but was too frightened