Free The Grey God (War of Gods 4) by Lizzy Ford Page A

forward.
    “Jenn!” Jonny hissed.
    The ground shook, and suddenly, all the trees around them began falling. Jenn dodged one and saw the flash of purple from the corner of her eye. She threw herself into the snow, watching the lightning slice the air where she’d been. With effort, she forced herself up and threw a dagger in the direction of the Other. More trees fell. She clambered over one and landed beside Darian, who smelled like burnt flesh.
    “Darian!” she exclaimed, rolling him onto his back. “Say something!”
    “I… got … one,” he managed. He tried to push himself up. Jenn yanked him against her, taking in his burned profile.
     “You missed the other two!” she retorted.
    As long as he was alive, she could Travel with him. She closed her eyes and imagined them home in Texas. A gasp made her eyes open, and she looked around the kitchen. Jule’s mate, Yully, was frozen before the open fridge, her eyes wide and red curls bound loosely at her neck.
    “Go get Bianca,” Jenn ordered, struggling out from Darian’s weight. Yully hurried away.
    “I … got … one,” he repeated. His head lolled back, and his eyes closed. Before he passed out, he released what sounded like a hoarse laugh.
    “Crazy son of a bitch!”
    Jenn looked up as a familiar vamp materialized in the kitchen. She recognized him as Charles, the vamp Damian had gotten in exchange for sending her to the Black God. His arm was bloodied and burned. He dropped to the ground beside them.
    “What did this?”
    At the sound of a new voice, Jenn pushed herself to her feet as Damian slammed the door to the kitchen open.
    “He went after Others,” Charles supplied.
    “Bianca!” the White God bellowed into the hallway. He turned his attention to Jenn. “Help me carry him down the hallway.”
    Jenn obeyed and hefted Darian’s shoulders as Damian took his ankles. They maneuvered Darian’s body through the doorway and into the living room, where they deposited him on the couch.
    Jenn’s gaze lingered on the unconscious man’s body. She admired his bravery but wished he had more sense.
    “You okay?” Damian asked, glancing up at her.
    “Yeah. I gotta go, before Jonny hunts me down,” she said and turned away.
    Damian caught her arm. “No, really, are you okay?”
    “I’m alive. Less than two weeks ’til I can come home, ikir ,” Jenn said, looking away. While she’d been one of the original Guardians to escape the immortal world with Damian, she’d also been at the bottom of the totem pole, once the Guardians in the mortal world rallied around their White God. She’d never felt as comfortable around him as she did Dusty.
    “If you need me to pull you out, I will.”
    “I’m good,” she said with a forced smile. “Just take care of him.”
    “I’ll let you know,” Damian promised.
    “Thanks.” Jenn stepped away but felt the White God watching her. A small part of her suspected Damian knew what Xander knew.
    She Traveled back to the panoramic window, where her nest of blankets wasn’t the only thing waiting for her. Jonny whipped around mid-step as she materialized. He relaxed visibly.
    “I didn’t think you’d return,” he said.
    “I keep my word, too,” she said. Jenn shrugged out of her backpack and yanked off her wet jacket.
    “The Others are right here on my doorstep, Jenn, and I can’t find them!” the Black God said in frustration. “What if they attacked tonight? We’d be defenseless.”
    “You’re far from defenseless, Jonny,” she reminded him. “You’re the Black God. You can’t track them, but I bet you could put a dent in one of them with your power.”
    “Xander can’t even stop them! And I gave away the only vamp who could track them to Damian.”
    “Tell him you need help,” Jenn suggested. Privately, she willed the boy away. She, too, was rattled by the events of the night. Her mind control magic slid around him, ineffective this night.
    “He won’t help me. Jenn, I can’t