Pursuit: An Urban Fantasy Novel (The Lillim Callina Chronicles Book 4) Read Online Free

many will I have to crush beneath my heel in order to bring you in? Every single person I hurt will be on your head.”
    “Um no,” I snarled as I got to my feet. “Everyone you hurt is your own damn fault!”
    “Say what you want, but I know how you think, Lillim. They are all your responsibility.”
    That was when I pulled out my Beretta and emptied it into his chest. The bullets threw his body backward. Even from here, I could see that he’d only superficially been hurt. Somehow, the Vajra had managed to absorb the impact of every single shot. Already he was beginning to stir. In another moment, he’d be on his feet. I was out of bullets and magic was worthless against him. Damn.
    I shut my eyes drawing in on the power of fairy and stuffing it into my wounded leg like supernatural gauze. My eyes opened and The Keeper met my gaze. He smirked and waved at me. The pain vanished, and a strange numbness settled over me in its place. I glanced at Masataka flopped over onto his hands and knees, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
    “Go,” The Keeper said, his voice hanging in the air like the calm before a storm.
    I ran, and this time, I didn’t stop.

Chapter 3
    “And you came here? Are you mad?” Gib, the werewolf shaman of the White Alpine Clan, glared at me through narrowed slits as he spoke. “What makes you think I would help you ?”
    “Um… I saved your son from a dragon?” I offered, cheeks flushing. “That’s worth something, right?”
    “You kidnapped him to begin with,” Gib replied and started to close his door.
    He hadn’t actually let me inside. I was still standing on his porch. The werewolf shaman had only cracked the door a couple inches and looked out at me. In fact, if I hadn’t stopped him from closing the door by wedging my foot in the crack, he’d have slammed it in my face. Talk about a lack of respect.
    “Okay, so maybe I owe you one,” I said with a shrug. “But who keeps track of those things?”
    “Lillim, I am going to be very clear with you. I want you to leave my village and never come back. Ever. I’d rather you leave my continent, but I know you live in North America so I will allow you to stay on the continent. See, I can be gracious too.” Gib pressed on the door, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out in pain as the wood pressed against the side of my tennis shoe.
    “Please stop that or you’re going to hurt my foot,” I said, pressing my palm against the door and shoving as hard as I could. It was like trying to push a cement truck uphill on its rims.
    A cursory smile passed across Gib’s lips, and the pressure on my foot lessened to just this side of painful.
    “Lillim, the last time you offered to help, my son was almost killed, and I got burned to cinders by a flame demon. You are not the sort of person I am keen on helping.” He paused rubbing his chin with his free hand. “What’s that saying? Fool me once…”
    “Gib, I’m being hunted by the other Dioscuri. I need to hide somewhere they won’t look for—”
    Gib cut me off in mid-sentence. “You’re being hunted by others like you and you came here? Are you stupid?”
    Awesome. Now we were stuck in a repeating conversation loop. I sighed. “Gib, I’m not asking you to come with me or protect me or anything like that. I just know that werewolves are some of the best trackers on the planet, and you’re one of the strongest werewolves I know. All I want you to do is tell me how to hide from someone who is probably on his way here, right now.”
    Gib’s eyes widened, and he glanced over his shoulder and barked something. Literally, he barked… like a dog. So much for stereotypes being wrong. He turned back to me, swinging the door open and stepping outside into the cool night air. He was bare-chested, and his body glistened in the moonlight like spun silver. He’d added a new tattoo as well. A giant black dragon being impaled on a spike covered the upper right side of his