Free Alliances (Guardians of White Light, #1) by F.J. Gale

she never thought about, that she wouldn’t let herself think about.
    As she tried to push away her awful thoughts of despair, a rush of adrenaline suddenly gripped her. She opened her eyes and scanned the room. Someone’s here .
    She dropped the book on a chair and approached the windows. As she withdrew a stake, she concentrated and allowed her instincts to take control. She listened. But the world had stilled. She couldn’t feel anything. No sound.
    And then it happened.
    She watched as figures crashed through each of the boarded-up windows, four along each side of the room. The shattering of glass was deafening and Jenna shielded her eyes with her arm against the spray of thousands of shards that flew at her. Eight vampires surrounded her. She lowered her arm and readied a stake.
    Immortalia soldiers. Covered head to toe in black leather and their signature hooded trench coats sweeping the floor, they brandished medieval broadswords. Their demon faces were exposed baring razor-sharp fangs, snarling at her as they inched closer, one methodical step at a time.
    Before she could make a move, the heavy oak entrance flew open with such force that it was almost ripped from its hinges. Its thunderous smack against the brick echoed around the huge room. Arthur walked in, flanked by two of his lieutenants.
    “Quite the entrance,” Jenna remarked.
    “You know me, Jenna. I like to make my presence known.”
    She maintained her fighting stance as he approached. His men stepped aside to allow him through. He stopped a couple of feet from her and smiled maliciously. “Long time, Hunter. You left quite the taste in my mouth.”
    “Your boys should leave if they want to keep their heads.”
    “Where’s the fun in that?”
    Jenna watched him glance around, searching for something. He sniffed at the air and then he demanded, “Mathias is here? Why?”
    He began to pace back and forth, his anger rising. “And, here I figured you came for Jax to try to fix that pesky curse of yours. Instead, you’ve allied yourself with a vampire? Straying from the slayer job description, aren’t you? What’s the matter? Slipping, Jenna? Not strong enough to bear that curse anymore?”
    “You couldn’t beat me then, you won’t beat me now,” Jenna seethed.
    “Do you know how many humans your new ally has murdered? Thousands. He was a ruthless warrior. Just like us. He’ll rip your throat out. You should walk away while you still can.”
    He’s offering me a free pass? Unbelievable. He’s afraid of Mathias and me working together.
    “You’re afraid,” she snickered.
    His hand shot out so fast that she barely even saw it before she felt it clamp tightly around her throat. “I’ll show you what fear is!”
    She watched his face morph into his distorted demon face. Eyes narrowing and glistening with yellow fire, he bared his fangs. They were pure white, which surprised her given his advanced age. But maybe vampire fangs never yellowed or stained with blood. They were like tiny sharp daggers jagging out oddly from a human mouth, but they were more animal than human. Razor sharp and meant for tearing flesh apart. The center two were longer than the others—the two used to pierce a throat and make the bite. The others didn’t look as sharp, their main purpose was clearly for grip and a vicious grip at that, as she remembered.
    Her boot plunged into his solar plexus.
    The power behind it ripped his hand from her neck and propelled him back. He stumbled but managed to maintain his balance.
    She smirked. “Yeah, I was really feeling the fear there.”
    Enraged, he bellowed at his soldiers, “Attack! I want to hear the bitch scream!”
    They all attacked at once. She leapt into a roundhouse kick that forced back the two in front of her. She now wielded stakes in each hand. As soldiers approached from either side, she thrust out her arms, penetrating their hearts with the wood. Dust . She felt a soldier behind her trying to grab her