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Lesley Livingston - Descendant

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The last thing Mason Starling remembers is the train crossing a bridge. An explosion . . . a blinding light . . . then darkness. Now she is alone, stranded in Asgardthe realm of Norse legendand the only way for her to get home is to find the Spear of Odin, a powerful relic left behind by vanished gods. The Fennrys Wolf knows all about Asgard. He was once trapped there. And hell do whatever it takes to find the girl whos stolen his heart and bring her backeven if it means a treacherous descent into the Underworld. But time is running out, and Fenn knows something Mason doesnt: If she takes up the Spear, shell set in motion a terrible prophecy. And she wont just return to her world . . . shell destroy it. In this pulse-pounding sequel to , Lesley Livingston delivers another electrifying blend of nonstop action and undeniable romance that will leave readers breathless.

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Descendant

Starling - 2

by

Lesley Livingstone

For Janna and Dayln

I

Mason . . .

The Fennrys Wolf stared up into the night as smoke and flaming debris drifted down around him, burning embers falling through the dark sky above the shattered remains of the bridge that had been called Hell Gate.

That night, the bridge had lived up to its name, in more ways than one.

Gone. Shes gone. . . .

The breath heaved raggedly in and out of Fennryss lungs, and the front of his shirt was painted crimson from the bullet wound in his shoulder. His head was beginning to fill with white noise. But all he could do was stand there, looking up. Searching in vain for the raven-haired girl who had disappeared into the night . . . across the bridge and out of the mortal realm.

It felt like shed torn his heart out and taken it with her.

Mason . . .

The Hell Gates entire middle section, which had once spanned New Yorks East River from Manhattan to Queens, was missingthe result of the massive explosion. Acrid smoke still billowed into the sky, and chunks of burning bridge lay scattered all over Wards Island. Fennrys and Rafe had only just made it down one of the Hell Gates spindly maintenance ladders, and they could now hear the sirens screaming in the night.

In the sky overhead, lightning flashed from the dark underbellies of roiling thunderclouds. With any luckand luck had been in drastically short supply for Fennrys so far that nightthe lowering storm would at least keep the police helicopters out of the air. The last thing they needed was for a chopper searchlight to pick them out of the gloom and send NYPD SWAT teams to investigate.

As he slumped against a concrete buttress, Fennryss gaze drifted over to where Rafe now stood hunched, breathing heavily, his hands on his knees. The ancient Egyptian god of the dead had half carried, half dragged the wounded Fennrys down off the Hell Gate, south along the shore of Wards Island, and into concealing shadows beneath the Triborough Bridge. He was justifiably winded. But at least that was the extent of his physical distress. Rafe walked over and knelt beside Fenn to examine his shoulder.

Man . . . He shook his head as he pulled the blood-soaked material to the side. Remember when I said you looked like nine miles of bad road? Youre into double digits now.

Under the circumstances, Fennrys wasnt about to argue with him. All things considered, this night had already gone from bad to catastrophic in just a few short minutes.

What comes after catastrophic? he wondered distantly.

Not that the sensation was necessarily unfamiliar to him. He ignored it and focused, instead, on the next task. If he stopped for even a second to think about what had just happened . . . about what hed just lost . . .

The bullet is lodged in your shoulder. You know were going to have to find a way to get that out, right? Rafes voice sounded very far away. And soon. Or youll be dead before dawn.

Somehow, Fennrys managed to force the shadow of a grin onto his face. Youre forgetting something, he said in a voice that sounded like gravel and broken glass in his own ears. Im already dead.

Youll be deader, Rafe snapped, clearly unmoved by his companions grim bravado. I should know. Rafe left him there to walk the few steps to the waterline, where he peered out over the black expanse of the river. Where is that damned boat?

Boat? What boat?

Then suddenly, something shot out of the middle of the dark waters. Round and glossy black, it landed at their feet with a dull, hollow thud, scattering gravel. Rafe bent down to pick it up.

It was a motorcycle helmet.

The very same helmet Calum Aristarchos had been wearing when he and Fennrys had chased down a train on the Hell Gate Bridge. The clear plastic face shield was spiderwebbed with cracks, and the left side of the helmet was broken open and streaked with rust-colored paint that looked like blood. Rafe turned it over. The nylon chin strap had been torn away on one side. His dark eyes narrowed, and he swore under his breath.

Out in the river, the ink-black water rippled and frothed. Poison-green streaks of light shimmered and writhed beneath the surface, moving toward themfastand a creature of nightmare rose up out of the waves.

Fenn squinted into the darkness at the monstrosity heaving its way up the rocky strip of shoreline toward them. From the waist up, the impossible creature was a naked, beautiful woman. Beautiful until the moment she smiled. As she clawed her way up out of the river, her crimson lips peeled back to reveal a mouth full of teeth like knives. From the waist down, two serpents tailssprouting from where her legs should have beenwhipsawed across the rocks, scattering pebbles in their scaly wake. A trio of hideous creaturesFennrys could only think of them as dog-sharkswere tethered on leashes, attached to an ornate, heavy belt that girdled her waist. They swam through the air as if it was the ocean depths, snapping their massive, malformed jaws.

Rafe stepped in front of Fennrys, putting out a hand to steady him. Back off, Scylla, he said, his voice lowering almost to a subsonic growl. The air shuddered with the thunder of it.

Scylla? Fennrys thought. Is that the Scylla? Youve got to be kidding me. . . .

He knew that the jut of land where they now stood was part of a park called Scylla Point, named by some overly clever parks commissioner in the eighties to correspond with a childrens playground in Astoria Park, directly across on the other side of the East River, named Charybdis. Fenn had always thought naming a place where kids played after a pair of hideous, man-eating monsters out of Greek mythology was in poor taste. He never figured it might also be prophetic.

New York, New York . . . its a helluva town.

More and more lately, it seemed.

But it was his town. And Masons. And Fennrys didnt have time for this. He needed to find herwherever shed goneand get her back. That was what Rafe had promised him they would do.

Look. We dont want any trouble, Rafe said, handing Fennrys the broken helmet and stepping between him and Scylla. We just

Youve been naughty boys, the monstrosity purred, nodding at Cals helmet. The daughters of Nereus are very angry. You broke their favorite plaything. They sent me to punish you.

What in hell is she talking about? Fennrys looked down at the cracked plastic face shield. Does she mean Calum?

That wasnt our fault, Rafe said, ignoring Fenn for the moment. And the Nereids shouldnt have been messing around with that Aristarchos kid in the first place. You know that as well as I do.

Fair game, I say. Just like your friend there. She nodded at Fennrys. Your soon-to-be-dead friend.

Fennrys couldnt take his eyes off the battered helmet. Cal must have ditched the bike after Fenn had made his leap from the passenger seat onto the train where Mason was being held by her brother. Fenn hadnt seen what had happened to Cal after hed jumped. Hed assumed that the kid had been fine.

A fresh wave of pain washed over Fennrys that had nothing to do with his injuries. He hadnt wanted this. Nothing even close. Sure the kid was annoying. Arrogant, hot-tempered, way too good-looking and clearly achingly in love with Mason Starling. A rival for her affections? Sure, maybe . . . But Fenn hadnt wanted Cal hurt. Or worse.

What happened? he asked Rafe.

Rafe lifted a shoulder, not taking his eyes off Scylla as she circled around to block their path. I dont know. He lost control. Not sure why. Bike pitched him into one of the girders like hed been shot from a catapult, and he dropped like a stone into the river. Then the bridge blew all to hell.

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