Demon Forged

yet kiss him. “I have from Lilith to you a report of a nosferatu in Tibet.”
    He felt her anticipation. “You’ll go with me on this hunt?” “Yes. And then an hour in the forge?”
    “Two,” he countered.
    “Two,” she agreed easily. With serious eyes, she regarded him. “I think we will do this, Olek. We will rebuild the Guardian corps. We will beat back the demons and the nephilim and Anaria—and every other threat that appears. We will bring Michael back.”
    “We will,” he said.
    “And us. We will work, too.” Her throat moved, as if she was suddenly overcome with emotion. “It has been a good fight, hasn’t it?”
    The best fight he could imagine. Yet that was too obvious an answer.
    “You say that as if you’ve already won,” he said instead.
    He watched the familiar, challenging fire light in her eyes. Her fingers tightened in his hair. “Haven’t I?”
    “No.” Alejandro brought his lips to hers, and said against them, “We are not near to finished.”

Be sure to watch out for
Meljean Brook’s next Guardian novel
coming in the summer of 2010
from Berkley Sensation.