Amanda Bonilla - When Shadows Call

When Shadows Call

A Shaede Assassin Novella

Amanda Bonilla

NEW AMERICAN LIBRARY

Published by New American Library, a division of

Penguin Group (USA) Inc., 375 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014, USA

First E-Book Printing, June 2012

Copyright Amanda Bonilla, 2012

All rights reserved.

Also by Amanda Bonilla

Shaedes of Gray

Praise for Shaedes of Gray,

the first full-length novel in the Shaede Assassin series.

Available in print and e-book from Signet Eclipse.

It is always a pleasure to discover an excellent new author and series, and Bonilla qualifies on both counts. The debut of her Shaede Assassin series features a tough yet compelling heroine. Full of fascinating characters, high-stakes intrigue, and fast-paced action, its a truly exhilarating adventure! Do not miss out!

Romantic Times (top pick, 4 stars)

Readers should be prepared for a one-of-a-kind, exciting adventure that kicks off from the first page with a heroine who truly knows how to take the lead and kick butt while shes at it. Urban fantasy readers will want to buy this book.

Night Owl Reviews (top pick, 4 stars)

Truly transcendental as well as gritty . . . an abundance of awesome action, as well as raw romance, all wrapped up in a fast-paced story that is fresh and unparalleled. Shaedes of Gray is going down as one of my favorite new series, and Darian as one of my new favorite heroines of 2011.

Heroes and Heartbreakers

Let me tell you, within two pages (and, no, I am not exaggerating) . . . I just KNEW I had started reading a great book by a really talented author. . . .You will no doubt find it on my Favorites of 2011 list. Yes, people, it was that good.

Yummy Men and Kick Ass Chicks

An action-packed debut for Amanda Bonilla that will have the reader begging for more.

Fresh Fiction

I loved this novel; it was full of great characters and a seriously entertaining plot that I wished never ended. Amanda Bonilla wrote an unforgettable new series and I cant wait for the sequel. I highly recommend this novel.

Seeing Night Book Reviews

The main character is stoic and somewhat grouchy and I loved everything about her. Amanda Bonilla has created a brand-new series that absolutely wowed me!

The Romance Readers Connection (4 stars)

Shaedes of Gray was my kind of urban fantasy. I was hooked from page one, and I cant wait for book two.

Urban Fantasy Investigations

The first Shaede Assassin [novel] is an excellent urban fantasy starring a strong survivor.

Genre Go Round Reviews

You never know what to expect when trying out a new author. Turns out I had nothing to fear. . . . Urban fantasy fans will love this one, and Ill be anxiously awaiting the next book in the series!

My Bookish Ways

An excellent foundation for a one-of-a-kind series and definitely makes me wants to stick around for the ride! . . . You want this book!

Wicked Little Pixie

I was right to be excited about this book. . . . I have a feeling there is a lot more to come for Darian. . . . a great urban fantasy.

Urban Fantasy Reviews

Read on to discover Darians thrilling beginnings. . . .

Chapter 1

Id have given anything to live a different life.

My jaw stung when I dabbed at my bleeding mouth with a handkerchief, and I sucked my breath in sharply through my teeth. Already my lip was swollen to twice its normal size and if I had no broken bones, it would be a miracle. Surely Id suffered irreversible damage this time.

The steaming copper bathtub tempted me with the promise of soothing warmth, though it wasnt the comfort of a much needed soaking that I wanted. No, my intentions went beyond that of mere physical comfort. I was looking for something more spiritual in nature. And though I couldnt possibly know what awaited me in the dark abyss, Id made up my mind. Come heaven or hell, I was going to put an end to my misery once and for all. I dipped one toe and eased first my foot and then one leg into the almost too-hot water. The rest of my body followed inch by inch, and as I lowered myself into the tub, water sloshed over the high edge to splash on the tiled floor. I didnt care about the mess. Honestly, I didnt care about anything anymore. I wanted the water to cover every inch of me, to hide the evidence of yet another beating I was too weak to prevent.

What I wouldnt give to be strong.

I took a deep breath and held it before submerging my head. I sank to the bottom of the tub, looking up through the haze of rippling water as I watched the bubbles escape from my nose and float to the surface and burst. Would it hurt to die by drowning? It couldnt be any worse than the feeling of Henrys fist slamming into my stomach. My lungs burned but I refused to budge. My body fought against my will, seizing involuntarily as it struggled for the oxygen I so desperately needed. But I refused to bow this time. As I faced the end, I would not be afraid. I forced my body to still as the last of the air left in my lungs floated in tiny, irregular bubbles to the ceiling of water.

Soon, I would float away as well. And I would finally be free.

The burning in my lungs subsided and was replaced with a soft glow of warmth. My hands that gripped the high rim of the copper tub to keep me submerged relaxed and bobbed as if suspended beside me by a puppeteers strings. My mind grew lazy and cottony; the pain, the sorrow tearing at my soul drained out of me, and darkness descended as I faded out of consciousness.

How I loved the dark.

But death eluded meswallowing me whole before spitting me back out. I had no choice in the matter, just like everything else in my life. Consciousness swirled within me as strong hands seized me by the wrists and I was yanked from the tub in one solid jerk.

Darian! His voice didnt carry the usual edge of cruel hatred, but rather, panic. My God, have you lost your mind?

I couldnt answer him. Violent coughs racked my body as I fought for air. I drank gasp after gasp of oxygen into my lungs, and with that relief came the renewed agony of my many injuries that throbbed and pulsed in time with my racing heart. Dont hurt me, I managed to croak through a raspy throat. Please, Henry, leave me be.

He continued to hold my wrists with deft fingers he used for healing. But not now. Not with me. My own fingers grew numb as Henrys grip cut off my circulation. Hands, gentle when examining a patient, dug into my flesh, his short-clipped nails breaking my skin. Sour breath caressed my face laced with the scent of too much whiskey. His rage was palpable, stifling the air around us as he shoved me away. It was nothing I wasnt used to. The mere sight of me disgusted him.

Spread out on the tile, naked, shivering, humiliated, I closed my eyes and focused only on the sound of my own breath. Heat pulsed at my lower lip and I tasted the copper tang of blood as my tongue flicked out over the split that had begun to bleed again when Henry pulled me from the tub. I wondered how I managed to live like this, how I survived his constant abuse. Henrys rage seemed only to compound with each passing day, and what had once been an open-handed slap to my face was now a closed-fist blow to my jaw. It seemed I should have more broken bones than I could count by this time, but somehow my body managed to stay whole.

Darian. The panic melted out of his voice and was replaced with regret. Im . . . Henry cleared his throat as he tried to curb the drunken slur of his words. Im sorry.

He apologized every time he beat me. But what was he sorry for? Laying his hand to me? Or perhaps he was sorry hed ever met me. He draped a towel over my shivering form and tucked it around my body. Should I wake Mary?