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arm around my waist for support. “You look terrible. We’ll get you some help.”
Sweat beaded on my skin yet I shivered. “No hospitals.” I sounded distant, as if I spoke from a long corridor. Whatever had kept me going until now vanished, and I slumped against Anthony.
He pressed me against him, juggling an automatic rifle and my limbs. Not the safest trick to attempt. Swearing under his breath, he handed over his weapon to his companion and scooped my body in his muscled arms.
At this height I might suffe r altitude sickness. I chuckled. This night couldn’t get weirder. I could only pray Rurik would only feed from someone without killing the person or getting his face plastered all over YouTube . I let Anthony carry me past his staring comrades.
“Let’s get you patched up, little slayer.” He climbed into the back of a SUV and set me on a bench. Gently, he pried my numb fingers open and set the wooden stake back in my palm. “Keep this close.” From under the bench, he pulled out a jacket and spread it over me. “Rest. We’ll be home soon.”
My eyelids drooped and I snuggled under the warm coat. Sleep crept upon me.
Tane’s voice whispered in my head, “Connie?”
Exhaustion crashed over my consciousness and I sunk so deep not even Tane could find me.
* * *
A jolt woke me from my deep slumber. I jerked awake and glared at the strange man poking my finger.
He squeezed my hand so tight I couldn’t escape his grasp. “ Easy. I’m checking your blood levels.” Pressing a thin glass tube to my fingertip, he filled the miniature vial with drops of my blood then let me go.
I s tuck the tip in my mouth reflexively.
He made a grossed-out face and pulled my finger out. “That’s not sanitary.” He wiped it wi th a cleaning pad and placed a Band-Aid over the spot.
“Who are you?”
“Jonah.”
“Where am I?” I sat up straighter but the room spun. Oh yeah, I recalled the slayers and feeling like crap. I lay back down before I passed out again.
“In a safe place.” He twisted around and shouted out the door. “Anthony, the little slayer is awake.” He set the glass tube in a spinner and set a timer.
“That’s all you need?” I peered at the ancient machine.
“Yes.” Anthony answered as he entered the room. Short black hair framed his face and a lock of his bangs fell across his eyes. A five o’clock shadow covered his strong, wide jaw but it was his sharp green eyes that hooked my attention. They reminded me of another certain slayer with that exact same killer stare. “With this, he can test your hematocrit and how many bags of blood you will need transfused.” He pointed to a spot on my arm where I wore another Band-Aid. “They are already matching your blood type. Shouldn’t be long.”
I sank deeper in my bed. Colby’s slayer group ran transfusions as well. It was an occupational hazard, but I’d never been on the receiving end. “Okay.”
He set a paper bag on my bed. “Food.” After pulling a stool by my bedside, he settled next to me and rummaged through the bag, naming the things as he placed them on my lap. “Sandwich, apple, soda.”
“Thanks.” Was food every man’s cure? I placed them next to me for later when my stomach didn’t feel so fragile. “Did you catch the vampire?” Mentally I crossed my fingers.
“Not yet. We lost his trail. Don’t worry, we’ll find it again.” He leaned forward. “Vampires are rare in Rome. We guard this city against them as best we can. Most are smart enough to stay away.”
Not if the ir crazy girlfriends convinced them otherwise.
Chapter Ten
I breathed a sigh of relie f. They hadn’t caught Rurik yet. I fiddled with the sandwich Anthony brought me. “Did the vampire kill anyone?”
Anthony shook his head. “No reports have come in from the hospitals or police stations.”
“You have
Sweat beaded on my skin yet I shivered. “No hospitals.” I sounded distant, as if I spoke from a long corridor. Whatever had kept me going until now vanished, and I slumped against Anthony.
He pressed me against him, juggling an automatic rifle and my limbs. Not the safest trick to attempt. Swearing under his breath, he handed over his weapon to his companion and scooped my body in his muscled arms.
At this height I might suffe r altitude sickness. I chuckled. This night couldn’t get weirder. I could only pray Rurik would only feed from someone without killing the person or getting his face plastered all over YouTube . I let Anthony carry me past his staring comrades.
“Let’s get you patched up, little slayer.” He climbed into the back of a SUV and set me on a bench. Gently, he pried my numb fingers open and set the wooden stake back in my palm. “Keep this close.” From under the bench, he pulled out a jacket and spread it over me. “Rest. We’ll be home soon.”
My eyelids drooped and I snuggled under the warm coat. Sleep crept upon me.
Tane’s voice whispered in my head, “Connie?”
Exhaustion crashed over my consciousness and I sunk so deep not even Tane could find me.
* * *
A jolt woke me from my deep slumber. I jerked awake and glared at the strange man poking my finger.
He squeezed my hand so tight I couldn’t escape his grasp. “ Easy. I’m checking your blood levels.” Pressing a thin glass tube to my fingertip, he filled the miniature vial with drops of my blood then let me go.
I s tuck the tip in my mouth reflexively.
He made a grossed-out face and pulled my finger out. “That’s not sanitary.” He wiped it wi th a cleaning pad and placed a Band-Aid over the spot.
“Who are you?”
“Jonah.”
“Where am I?” I sat up straighter but the room spun. Oh yeah, I recalled the slayers and feeling like crap. I lay back down before I passed out again.
“In a safe place.” He twisted around and shouted out the door. “Anthony, the little slayer is awake.” He set the glass tube in a spinner and set a timer.
“That’s all you need?” I peered at the ancient machine.
“Yes.” Anthony answered as he entered the room. Short black hair framed his face and a lock of his bangs fell across his eyes. A five o’clock shadow covered his strong, wide jaw but it was his sharp green eyes that hooked my attention. They reminded me of another certain slayer with that exact same killer stare. “With this, he can test your hematocrit and how many bags of blood you will need transfused.” He pointed to a spot on my arm where I wore another Band-Aid. “They are already matching your blood type. Shouldn’t be long.”
I sank deeper in my bed. Colby’s slayer group ran transfusions as well. It was an occupational hazard, but I’d never been on the receiving end. “Okay.”
He set a paper bag on my bed. “Food.” After pulling a stool by my bedside, he settled next to me and rummaged through the bag, naming the things as he placed them on my lap. “Sandwich, apple, soda.”
“Thanks.” Was food every man’s cure? I placed them next to me for later when my stomach didn’t feel so fragile. “Did you catch the vampire?” Mentally I crossed my fingers.
“Not yet. We lost his trail. Don’t worry, we’ll find it again.” He leaned forward. “Vampires are rare in Rome. We guard this city against them as best we can. Most are smart enough to stay away.”
Not if the ir crazy girlfriends convinced them otherwise.
Chapter Ten
I breathed a sigh of relie f. They hadn’t caught Rurik yet. I fiddled with the sandwich Anthony brought me. “Did the vampire kill anyone?”
Anthony shook his head. “No reports have come in from the hospitals or police stations.”
“You have
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