“Just like that,” Liam said in a matter of fact voice.
“Oh.” I stared at the dead vampire. “Sounds easy enough.”
Except, not really.
“Don’t tell me you’re feeling squeamish.”
I sidestepped a vampire who jumped at me from behind, drawing a silver knife from the sheath at my waist. I buried the tip in the back of the vampire’s neck, right between two of his vertebra. It was a move Nathan had made me practice until my hands blistered.
“I just prefer a cleaner method.”
One that didn’t involve being sprayed with arterial blood.
A pile of rubble exploded outward. Daniel stood where it had been, his face furious.
Arturas’s chuckle was menacing as he unsheathed a double-edged sword that tapered to a point. Perfect for both thrusts and slices. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”
Daniel climbed off his mound of rubble. “As have I.”
He yanked out the piece of rebar protruding from his side with no expression.
Arturas started for him. Daniel reached over his shoulder for the broad sword he’d put on his back when we got out of the car.
Their swords came together with a crash that shook the building and made dust fly.
Liam grabbed me to press a quick kiss on my lips. “Don’t die.”
“The same to you. I was just getting used to having you around.”
It’d be a shame if he got himself killed after going to all that trouble.
Liam grinned. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
He took a step back, racing toward where we’d last seen Dominick.
“I guess that leaves me to save the damsel in distress,” I muttered, scanning the room for Deborah and the two idiots holding her hostage. I’d lost them in the commotion and now it was time to settle scores.
It didn’t take long to spot my quarry. They weren’t far. About ten feet across the room.
Kat’s face contorted as she discovered me.
She said something to Chadwick as I took a step toward her.
A vampire sailed through the air, causing me to duck, before he crashed into a wall nearby.
“What the fuck?” I asked, lifting from my crouch to give the vampire who’d used the other like a frisbee a disbelieving look.
From the opposite side of the room, Eric waved a halfhearted apology at me. “He was getting in my way.”
“Then by all means.” I glanced behind him. “What happened to Helen?”
I’d figured her for someone that would be harder to take down than that.
Eric pointed. I followed the direction of his finger to where a woman was slaughtering the vampires around her with wild abandon. She whooped, beheading another.
“Aren’t they on her side?” I asked.
“I doubt she can distinguish her side from ours,” Eric said with a look of repugnance that was unusual in the face of his calm practicality.
