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the center of a pack of wolves right now.
As she straightened, she took a deep breath. She wasn’t going to show fear. Human terror only stoked a demon’s bloodlust.
But before she could take another step, Horace’s rough nails clamped into her shoulders. For the second time that night, a demon’s fangs punctured her throat, and pain lanced her neck.
Chapter 8
S he snatched the stake from her belt and slammed it into his back. She felt a sharp tear in her neck as Horace ripped out his fangs, but he wasn’t turning to ash. She must have missed the damn heart again.
Caine rushed forward, a silver sword in his hand, and swung for Horace, severing his head. Blood sprayed, and the body convulsed, twitching on the floor as though electrified. Fast as lightning, Caine reached down, ripping Horace’s heart from his chest.
She stared as Horace’s headless corpse blackened, turning to ash.
Sweet earthly gods. That was disturbing.
From his silver throne, Ambrose arched an eyebrow, his green eyes trained on Caine. “Did you just kill one of my favorite lieutenants? For a human ?” His nostrils flared, and he sniffed the air. “One of Blodrial’s followers, by the smell of her blood?”
Rosalind touched her neck, and her hand came away crimson.
“Rosalind,” Caine said.
Uh-oh. Hadn’t Caine said something about getting cut?
The vampires’ bloodthirsty stares bored into her. A pregnant silence filled the room, broken by the low growling of ravenous vamps. They shifted, trembling at the effort of restraint. The pack of wolves was just about ready to feast on this rabbit.
Ambrose stood. “Control yourselves—”
From all around the room, the vampires lunged. Rosalind gripped the stake, crouching as a female vamp leapt for her. She thrust the stake upward, right into the vamp’s heart. This time, she didn’t miss, but another had already grabbed her from behind. She slammed her elbows into his ribs. She caught a glimpse of Caine cutting through a line of vamps in a whirlwind of silver and black, sword through bone. His jaw-dropping speed seemed almost otherworldly.
She whipped out the flamethrower, and as a hulking vamp leapt for her she depressed the button, unleashing a torrent of flames. Fire engulfed him, and his agonized shrieks turned her stomach. He flailed, screaming, until Caine sliced off his head in one smooth arc.
She glanced at Ambrose, but he was no longer in his throne. Her mouth went dry. He was right next to her, his fangs bared. Holy shit. She’d neither seen him nor heard him approach.
His green eyes locked on hers, and though her mind screamed run, her body wouldn’t obey. The Vampire Lord was a perfect predator, freezing her in place with his penetrating gaze. She stood in stunned silence as he licked his lips.
“Ambrose,” Caine spoke sharply. “Step back. That’s Rosalind.”
Ambrose growled, closing his eyes. His blond hair was unruffled—as if he hadn’t just witnessed a massacre in his own home. He reached out, swiping a cold finger through the blood dripping down her neck. He licked it, moaning almost imperceptibly. “Heal her before I rip her little body to shreds. She tastes exquisite.” He spoke with a clipped English accent. As he backed away, she saw that his eyes were a deep red.
Caine rushed to her, his body soaked with vampire blood. He looked like something from a nightmare. She had no idea how a human had managed to cut down a roomful of vampire nobility. Aside from Ambrose, only one vampire remained, a willowy female with dark skin.
Caine lifted his fingers to Rosalind’s neck, sending a hot thrill through her skin—an almost addictive sensation. He closed his eyes, chanting in the Angelic language, and the sharp pain in her neck subsided. As her wound healed, the Vampire Lord’s shoulders visibly relaxed, but his eyes remained fixed on Caine with a lethal glint.
“Why did you bring her here?”
“I didn’t,” Caine said. “She was supposed to
As she straightened, she took a deep breath. She wasn’t going to show fear. Human terror only stoked a demon’s bloodlust.
But before she could take another step, Horace’s rough nails clamped into her shoulders. For the second time that night, a demon’s fangs punctured her throat, and pain lanced her neck.
Chapter 8
S he snatched the stake from her belt and slammed it into his back. She felt a sharp tear in her neck as Horace ripped out his fangs, but he wasn’t turning to ash. She must have missed the damn heart again.
Caine rushed forward, a silver sword in his hand, and swung for Horace, severing his head. Blood sprayed, and the body convulsed, twitching on the floor as though electrified. Fast as lightning, Caine reached down, ripping Horace’s heart from his chest.
She stared as Horace’s headless corpse blackened, turning to ash.
Sweet earthly gods. That was disturbing.
From his silver throne, Ambrose arched an eyebrow, his green eyes trained on Caine. “Did you just kill one of my favorite lieutenants? For a human ?” His nostrils flared, and he sniffed the air. “One of Blodrial’s followers, by the smell of her blood?”
Rosalind touched her neck, and her hand came away crimson.
“Rosalind,” Caine said.
Uh-oh. Hadn’t Caine said something about getting cut?
The vampires’ bloodthirsty stares bored into her. A pregnant silence filled the room, broken by the low growling of ravenous vamps. They shifted, trembling at the effort of restraint. The pack of wolves was just about ready to feast on this rabbit.
Ambrose stood. “Control yourselves—”
From all around the room, the vampires lunged. Rosalind gripped the stake, crouching as a female vamp leapt for her. She thrust the stake upward, right into the vamp’s heart. This time, she didn’t miss, but another had already grabbed her from behind. She slammed her elbows into his ribs. She caught a glimpse of Caine cutting through a line of vamps in a whirlwind of silver and black, sword through bone. His jaw-dropping speed seemed almost otherworldly.
She whipped out the flamethrower, and as a hulking vamp leapt for her she depressed the button, unleashing a torrent of flames. Fire engulfed him, and his agonized shrieks turned her stomach. He flailed, screaming, until Caine sliced off his head in one smooth arc.
She glanced at Ambrose, but he was no longer in his throne. Her mouth went dry. He was right next to her, his fangs bared. Holy shit. She’d neither seen him nor heard him approach.
His green eyes locked on hers, and though her mind screamed run, her body wouldn’t obey. The Vampire Lord was a perfect predator, freezing her in place with his penetrating gaze. She stood in stunned silence as he licked his lips.
“Ambrose,” Caine spoke sharply. “Step back. That’s Rosalind.”
Ambrose growled, closing his eyes. His blond hair was unruffled—as if he hadn’t just witnessed a massacre in his own home. He reached out, swiping a cold finger through the blood dripping down her neck. He licked it, moaning almost imperceptibly. “Heal her before I rip her little body to shreds. She tastes exquisite.” He spoke with a clipped English accent. As he backed away, she saw that his eyes were a deep red.
Caine rushed to her, his body soaked with vampire blood. He looked like something from a nightmare. She had no idea how a human had managed to cut down a roomful of vampire nobility. Aside from Ambrose, only one vampire remained, a willowy female with dark skin.
Caine lifted his fingers to Rosalind’s neck, sending a hot thrill through her skin—an almost addictive sensation. He closed his eyes, chanting in the Angelic language, and the sharp pain in her neck subsided. As her wound healed, the Vampire Lord’s shoulders visibly relaxed, but his eyes remained fixed on Caine with a lethal glint.
“Why did you bring her here?”
“I didn’t,” Caine said. “She was supposed to
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