Page 170 of You Only Love Twice
Charlie turned and locked his arm cannon on the far wall. "Block the door. Then stay back."
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"There he is!"Malloryn pointed.
A pale figure stepped out into the middle of the munitions factory, accompanied by two of the acolytes.
Thirty feet separated them, but everything in Obsidian went cold. He took a step forward, and saw Ghost still. The world vanished around the pair of them. All he could see was his brother. His master. His nemesis.
You stole my memories.
You sent me to kill her.
You hurt her.
"He's mine," Obsidian said softly, starting toward Ghost.
"I don't think so," Gemma countered, stalking forward at his side. A wicked pair of sai gleamed in her hands, and her breeches were made of tight leather that might have distracted him in better circumstances. "This bastard tore us apart.Heput that bloody implant in my head."
"Take the left," he told her. "Then you can assist me if you like."
"I've got the right," Malloryn said grimly.
"You treacherous bastard," Ghost spat. "You. You did this."
Obsidian stalked toward him, the knife up his sleeve falling into his hand like an old lover. They'd made him an assassin. Made him the Wraith. Now they could deal with the consequences.
"No," he said, in a chilling voice. "You did this when you stole her from me."
Another explosion rocked the building. Herbert, judging from the sound of it. Malloryn assured him the butler could bury this place in rubble without killing them all in the process.
"So be it. I'll kill you all," Ghost said, drawing both of his knives.
They'd sparred in the past.
He knew every single one of his brother's moves.
But they'd never truly gone head-to-head before.
Flames reflected back off Ghost's dark pupils as he lunged forward, knives flashing in the light. Obsidian ducked and wove, moving faster than lightning.
Ducking under the next blow, Obsidian slammed a fist toward him, his fingers curled around the hilt of his knife. Ghost deflected it, and the pair of them exchanged a ringing pair of blows, hammering at each other with fury. As he spun, the razor-sharp edge of the knife kissed Ghost's cheekbone, raising a thin line of dark blood.
Behind them, Gemma spun low, sweeping Ghost's feet out from under him before turning to drive the sharp prongs of her sai right through thedhampir'sthroat.
Missed.
Ghost hit the floor, then rolled up onto the middle of his back and flipped to his feet. Obsidian drove his clenched fist forward to meet him. Solar plexus. Throat. He spun, kicking up in a blow meant to take Ghost's head off his shoulders. Or give him one hell of a headache in the meantime.
Ghost grabbed his shin, setting his hands in an ankle lock meant to break the joint, but as he dropped his shoulder to follow through, Obsidian threw himself into a spin, his other foot collecting Ghost's face.
The pair of them went down.
He hit the floor, fingers spread. Then he was up and moving with lethal intent, knives winking in the light. Gemma danced behind Ghost, waiting for a chance to strike, which kept Ghost's attention split.
She lunged forward, her sai painting a line of blood across the back of Ghost's hamstring, but Ghost grabbed a fistful of her chignon and hauled her forward, throwing her into Obsidian.
He barely had time to wrap his arms around her and stagger back before Ghost came at them. Shoving her out of the way, Obsidian drove his left knife up, barely countering Ghost's strike.
