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“At least we won’t have to hunt down any new offspring the soldiers might have created,” Amaros said.“Fate was wise to sterilize them.”
“Our cambions might object if we had to kill any new younglings,” Cam agreed.“What now, boss?”he added.“Are we staying in the city and continuing our search?”
He was relieved when Amaros shook his head.“I don’t want to leave the females alone for long,” his commander decided.“We’ll wait for more of our squad to arrive before we begin searching for Rahab and his minions in earnest.”
Night was about to fall and they had a long journey home.They were crossing through Central Park when they overheard two humans talking and paused to listen.
“There was something strange about that crazy woman we saw fighting those four men last night,” one dude said in a hushed tone.
“You mean apart from her being insane?”the other guy said wryly.
“Did you see how strong she was?”the first one reminded him.“I’ve never seen a woman pick a big guy up and twirl him over her head like that.It wasn’t natural.”
“I almost threw up when she broke his back over her knee,” his friend said.“She killed them all so fast they barely knew what hit them.”
Camriel and Amaros shared a knowing look.“She has to be a cambion,” Cam said in budding excitement.“We should look for her.”
“She could be anywhere,” Amaros pointed out.“How are we going to narrow down her location when our power is still so limited?”
Cam’s shoulders sagged.“What if she’smycambion?”he asked, a gut feeling making him question his leader for once.
“Then you’ll find her when you’re supposed to,” Amaros said, clapping him on his muscular shoulder.“Trust in Fate, Cam,” he added.“We can’t shape our own destinies to our will.”
Grumbling beneath his breath, Camriel knew Amaros was right.He kept his mouth shut as he followed his commander back to their truck.He couldn’t sense the being he’d picked up on earlier.It could have been a human, but if so, why hadn’t Amaros sensed them?
He flicked his gaze to the odometer to judge how far they’d gone when he suddenly sensed the same being again.“Twenty miles,” he murmured too quietly for Amaros to hear him.The sensation had been fleeting, but he knew it was the same person.He almost twisted around to stare out through the back window, but resisted the urge.Amaros was keen to return to his cambion.He wouldn’t appreciate being delayed just so his second could satisfy his curiosity.
Chapter Six
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VICTORIA WAS SITTINGon a pristine white couch, reading a comic book when she sensed something strange.“Not again,” she complained.The sensation only lasted for a second or two before fading.“He’s in a car,” she realized, slumping in relief.Whoever it was, it was concerning that she’d sensed him twice now.
Her feet were sore after jogging forty miles, but they were already healing.Rapid recovery from injuries was another perk of being so strange.
“Cheers, Jesus,” Victoria said, lifting the bottle of water to a large statue of the deity.The house was stuffed with religious items.Crosses in various shapes and sizes adorned every wall.It was obvious the family had all been raptured.The piles of clothing on the beds were a dead giveaway.
