Pure
The Second Covenant Novel by
Jennifer L. Armentrout
Spencer Hill Press
TheCovenantSeries
Daimon (A short prequel to Half-Blood, available
as a free download at www.SpencerHillPress.com)
Half-Blood
Pure
Deity (November 2012)
Apollyon (Spring 2013)
Also by Jennifer L. Armentrout
From Spencer Hill Press:
Cursed (September 2012)
From Entangled Publishing:
Obsidian (Book 1 in the Lux Series)
Onyx (Book 2 in the Lux Series) (May 2012)
Opal (Book 3 in the Lux Series) (November 2012)
Writing as JL Rogers:
Unchained (Fall 2012)
Coming from Disney-Hyperion:
Dont Look Back
To my family and Loki
(yeah, Im dedicating Pure to a dog)
Pronunciation Guide for Pure
Daimon: DEE-mun
Aether: EE-ther
Hematoi: HEM-a-toy
Apollyon: a-POL-ee-on
Agapi: ah-GAH-pee
Akasha: ah-KAH-sha
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 1
I STARED AT THE CEILING OF THE GYMNASIUM, LITTLE BLACK splotches dancing in front of me. Man, my butt hurt. No surprise, as Id landed on it about fifty times already. The only thing not burning with pain was my face; it was on fire for an entirely different reason.
My Gutter Fighting class wasnt going well.
This style of hand-to-hand combat wasnt exactly second nature. My muscles screamed as I pulled myself off the mats and faced our Instructor.
Running a hand through his thinning hair, Instructor Romvi looked disgusted with the entire class. If hed been a daimon, youd be dead now. Do you understand? Dead, not alive, Miss Andros.
Like there was some other definition of dead I wasnt familiar with. I gritted my teeth and managed a nod.
Romvi shot me another scathing glare. Its difficult to believe you have any amount of aether in you, Miss Andros. The essence of the gods is wasted on you. The way you fight, you might as well be mortal.
Hadnt I killed three aether-craving daimons? Wasnt that worth something?
Square off. Keep your eyes trained on muscle movement. You know the drill, he instructed.
I turned back to Jackson Manos, resident Covenant heartthrob and my current opponent. With his swarthy looks and those dark, sexy eyes, he could be quite the distraction.
Jackson winked at me.
I narrowed my eyes at him. We werent allowed to talk during sparring. Instructor Romvi felt it took away from the authenticity of fighting. Really, even in all of Jacksons glory, he wasnt the reason I kept missing his heel strikes and spin kicks.
The source of my absolute failure leaned against the training room wall. Dark waves tumbled over his forehead, falling into gunmetal gray eyes. Some would say Aiden St. Delphi needed a haircut, but I loved the wilder look hed been favoring recently.
An instant later, our gazes locked. Aiden returned to the stance I was all too familiar withwell-defined arms crossed over his chest, legs widespread. Watching, always watching. Now he communicated a look that said I should be paying attention to Jackson and not him.
Tight coils sprung within meanother thing Id grown accustomed to. It happened whenever I laid eyes on him. It wasnt so much the near perfect curve of his cheekbones or the way his smile hinted at a set of dimples. Or that impossibly ripped body of his
I snapped out my reverie with a moment to spare. I blocked Jacksons knee with a brutal swipe of my arm, and then I went for a throat strike. Jackson countered it easily. We circled one another, delivering blows and dodging them. He stepped back, dropping his arms to his sides. I saw my opening and went for it. Spinning around, I aimed my
knee for his midsection. Jackson darted to the side, but not quickly enough. I caught him hard in the stomach.
Surprisingly, Instructor Romvi clapped. Good
Oh, crap, Caleb Nicolo, my best friend and partner in mayhem, moaned from the group of students standing against the wall.
The thing about defensive kicksonce we made contact with our opponents we either needed to go for the kill shot or back up. Id done neither. Jackson doubled over my knee and went down, taking me along for the ride. We hit the mat, and somehowand I seriously doubted by accidentJackson ended sprawled atop me. His weight knocked my head back and the air out of my lungs.
Instructor Romvi yelled, slipping into a different languagemaybe Romanian or something. Anyway, whatever he said sounded suspiciously like cursing.
Jackson lifted his head, his shoulder-length hair shielding his grin from the class. Always on your back, huh?
Yeah, thats more like your girlfriend. Get off. I pushed at his shoulders. Chuckling, Jackson rolled and stood. Ever since the whole my mom murdered his girlfriends parents incident, Jackson and I hadnt gotten along. Actually, courtesy of my dead daimon mother, I wasnt getting along with most of the other students, either. Go figure.