Okay. So what now?
“Isaac!”
My head snapped round to find Tony standing a few feet away.
“Fuck you!” I screamed, tears breaking free, running hot down my cheeks.
“Not until I take what’s mine,” the prick countered. “If you’d just let me perform the ritual, we wouldn’t have this problem, would we? Essences are tricky, but I’ll fix it.” A witch tossed him a crystal, abeam shooting from its tip and landing on Ollie’s forehead.
I swatted at the thing, getting nowhere. The embers spread across Ollie’s face, his eyes losing their luster, so much smoke billowing from his body.
“Don’t go,” I pleaded, ready to heal him, but unsure if my touch would accelerate the burning.
Why did I have to be The Sun? Why not The Moon or something made from the night and coolness? Anything to make this stop, to protect him from the march of death.
The beam of light flooded red again, the essence of the vampire leeched from Ollie, passing into Tony. I watched. I held back and I watched as Tony’s eyes flooded crimson, as fangs appeared in his mouth.
“Yes!” he cried. “Watch me become!”
Using my aura lenses, I saw the purple glow of vampiric aura form around the other colors.
Four down, a fae and a goblin to go.
“I am becoming!” Tony bellowed.
“Behold him!” the coven thundered. “Behold him!”
Every Hecate Crystal exploded, unleashing an army of shades into the street.
Chapter 41
ISAAC
“Bollocks,” Ollie grumbled as I dragged him behind a car.
The poor guy’s brows were drawn together, confusion practically emanating from him.
“We’re getting out of here,” I told him, patting his arm.
He let out a long breath, a pair of fangs elongating from his canines.
“Whoa!” I cried.
His eyes widened as he felt the addition to his body. But the sun didn’t hurt him, no smoke or burns anywhere.
“What—”
The arrival of a shade cut him off.
“There you are!” the fucker roared.
I unleashed my sunshine, bringing the creature down before it could spin its shards at me.
Oh, goody. From one essence-stealing prick toanother. The next thing would be Tony and the fae hag teaming up.
Ollie groaned, and I dropped my light. “Shit. Does it hurt?”
“It’s not fun,” he answered, fangs sliding away. “But only in the normal way.”
