Nightingale Club too. If she hadn’t thrown him out so fast he would have told her to keep away from both. Now he could only hope that the renegades weren’t around yet.
She didn’t waver from her route and he contemplated his choices. He could stop her and put her into a cab so he could take her home. It would guarantee her safety, but it would make her hate him more than she already did. But the other option wasn’t much better: following her and hoping there weren’t any renegades around this early in the evening.
The streets were relatively quiet. They weren’t deserted though, and he felt quietly optimistic that the renegades wouldn’t notice her energy signature amongst all the humans. They might make it through.
They were in the heart of the City when a change in Might made his guts tighten. Renegades were near.
Renegades couldn’t interact with Might at all. They were completely detached from it, as if they weren’t even organic. They actually repelled Might, the only creatures to do so. When they moved, they furrowed through it, creating a temporary void in their wake that made ripples course through it.
Warriors had learned to keep their senses open for those ripples and determine how close the enemy was. The sensation was mildly unpleasant, more so if they hit the voids, but it was nothing compared to the foulness the renegades emanated when they were near enough. Jeremy grimaced when the foul sensation hit him. They were closer than he had thought.
Fuck.
He began to run faster, trying to catch up to Cora, having let the distance grow too wide. She must have heard him approach, because she sped up too. It was the sensible thing to do, but Jeremy wished she would at least glance back and see him there. Perhaps she would stop then.
He didn’t want to shout, as it would only alarm the renegades to their presence. The enemy was nearing Cora on an intercepting path, and would be on her before he could reach her. His only hope was that the bastards would be lousy runners. She might be able to flee.
Three men emerged from the alley behind the Cheapside entrance of the St Paul’s tube station just as she ran past it. “Cora! Run!” She paused and turned to look at him. Her face flashed with anger when she recognised him, but he didn’t care. “Run!”
She frowned, confused, but she must have sensed the renegades too. She glanced in their direction and took off at full speed without delay. Satisfied that she was getting away, he ran faster too, to catch the enemy before they could get their wits together and go after her.
He was alone and unarmed against three renegades. But they were out in the open. With any luck, they knew the rules of the game and wouldn’t try anything funny. They might run, of course, in which case he would have to follow. But he could do that. He had practised today.
He paused some yards from the trio and they stopped too. Good. They wouldn’t be chasing Cora. “One chance. Leave now and you’ll live.”
The leader of the group sneered. “It’s three against one. What could you possibly do, vampire ?”
Jeremy could barely keep the smile from his face. Dressed as he was, the bastards had mistaken him for a common vampire. “Plenty.”
“Bring it on, then.”
“Gladly.” He charged.
Fear gave Corynn strength she didn’t think she had left. She didn’t pay attention to the direction, she just fled. Her legs would ache tomorrow, but it would be a small inconvenience compared to what would happen if she stayed put.
Stopping had been her first reaction when she heard Jeremy shout. She had wanted to confront him, demand he leave her alone, but one look at his face had made it clear that he meant business. And then she had felt them. Renegades.
She risked a glance back, but no one was following her. Not even Jeremy. Had he stayed to fight the men?
Abruptly, she collided with someone running in the opposite direction, cutting off her flight. Her teeth rattled as
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