Free The Survivors: Book One by Angela White, Kim Fillmore, Lanae Morris

me - STAT."
    Warren paled, turning abruptly from the needle moving in and out of his daughter’s pale skin. In the heavy silence, Angela could hear the thoughts of the other men as clearly as if they’d spoken.
    " That’s it. That’s his weakness."
    "Aaron was right. We’ll use the girl."
    Angela wanted to warn the Preacher that he was in danger, not for his sake but for his daughter's, and it was a struggle to remain silent as she stripped off the gloves and gathered her supplies. When she turned, she didn’t meet his eyes. “Keep her lying down when you can and try to feed her more. You know where I’ll be if you need me.”
    Warren nodded, and they both felt the tension thicken as she turned toward the door. The two men plotting against the Preacher were blocking her way out, had probably seen a little more in her reaction than she had wanted them to. As she had the thought, Aaron joined them.
    “You'll be here!” the bald man informed her hatefully, moving closer. “You’re not leaving!”
    Angela paled, but followed the Demon’s voice in her head that said to stand pat, call their bluff. She narrowed her eyes at the two nervous-looking men.
    “Move and I’ll hold my tongue.”
    Seeing only fear in their body language, Angela realized they were sidekicks with no real kick to them. “Let me by. I already have an owner.”
    Aaron's bitter face twisted at the reminder of her man, the Marine. “Not anymore! You’re mine!”
    As he grabbed her arm, the terror was nearly overwhelming, but the years spent in Hell allowed her to handle herself. These men were threats. Her man was deadly…and he wasn't here to stop her from using her gifts. Closing her eyes, Angela concentrated, raw power beginning to hum through the cold lobby of the college.
    Aaron’s dark eyes widened suddenly, face changing as he looked down at his hand, at the steam rising from the contact. He jerked his fingers back, gasping at the sight of red and black blisters forming on his skin. “She burned me!”
    He spun towards the other men, who saw nothing, but moved back anyway, and Angela headed for the glass doors, heart racing. She kept herself from running only because of the voice in her head whispering that if she showed fear to a dog, it would bite. It was simply in its nature.
    “Stop her!” Aaron screamed it at the others.
    When the two men moved her way, Angela froze. It wouldn’t take much kick to do her in, but if she let the Witch out, really used her power, someone might die.
    "Trust me," the Witch whispered from inside her mental cage. " I only help you."
    Scared and unsure, Angela let the Demon come forward for the first time in over a decade. She kept a tight hand on the cell door as the Sorceress locked eyes with Warren. "Defend what you believe to be yours, man of a silent God!"
    The command was one the widower couldn't refuse, and he stepped between her and the two men reaching out to take her arms. "She's mine!”
    The two teachers only hesitated for a second, but it was enough time to give Warren the edge. The religious man had survived the jungles of Laos, and he planned his moves, steeling himself to fight for her, as Aaron stumbled from the room, slinging his arm around wildly.
    The two men went for her again, and Warren swung hard, fist knocking the dirty rival on the right off his feet. He kneed the moaning man in the face as he swung again, ducking a clumsily thrown punch. The second hit landed on the other teacher’s temple, knocking him to the dirty floor - where he stayed. “Mine!”
    Breathing rapidly, the Preacher turned to Angela, but she cut him off. “Your reward is information. Those two,” she waved a hand at the unconscious men, “and Aaron, plot against you. Be careful. Between them and the cold in here, you’ll be dead inside the month.”
    Shoving the Witch back, Angela slipped past him and out the door. Raised voices came from the dim lobby behind her, and she moved steadily, but didn’t run