I guess Helen’s behavior would be revolting to someone who treasured his allies as much as Eric did.
“I will take care of her once she has weeded their forces down a little more,” Eric informed me as he walked away.
He moved like a ghost as he crept from vampire to vampire, dispatching each with a precision I was jealous of. The entire time he kept Helen at a careful distance, monitoring her and redirecting her slaughter when it looked like it was going to impact Liam or Daniel’s battle.
The vampire Eric had thrown lifted himself off the ground. He shook himself all over like a dog.
“Why do they always leave their mess for me to clean up?” I asked as the vampire spotted me.
He crouched, his gaze murderous.
I lifted my blade in preparation. Here we go.
He raced at me, leaping at the last second. Arms fully extended. Fangs on display. And a cruelness in the twist of his features that said he was anticipating the taste of my death.
Kat took advantage of his distraction to lob two balls of bright orange magic at me.
A spell, I realized as the first hit my shoulder. A nasty one.
I staggered back, the vampire’s dive carrying him into the path of the second spell.
An agonized scream left the vampire. His veins glowed orange as he hit the ground, twitching every few seconds before going still.
I touched my shoulder, staring at the vampire in confusion and shock. How did I do that? It was brief, but I’d felt my power defuse the spell in the milliseconds before it took hold. If it hadn’t, I’d be dead too.
The problem was, I had no idea what had happened or why.
Kat cursed, tripping and falling over her heels as she scrambled away from me.
“Come here, Kit Kat. Isn’t this what you wanted?” I asked with a laugh as she used her hands and knees to crawl toward the door. She should have known those heels were going to do her in.
“Stay away from me!”
“What’s the matter? No more spells to throw at me?”
More like she’d realized they’d be as useless as the last two.
“What are you?”
I smiled. “Your death.”
Especially now that she knew my little secret.
The terror on her face showed she knew it too. Just like the fact she knew she wasn’t my match in a hand-to-hand fight. As evidenced by the last time she challenged me.
“You could have had a long and lovely life. All you had to do was leave me alone.”
But she couldn’t even do that. Now she’d reap what she’d sown.
Chadwick, hauling a struggling Deborah toward the door and safety, attracted my attention, making me forget Kat’s existence for a moment.
“Shit.”
I raced toward them.
Deborah thrashed with all her might, knowing if Chadwick got her away from here, she was as good as dead. He’d disappear and finding him would be difficult.
Even using every ounce of her strength, she couldn’t escape as he dragged her a little closer to the exit and certain death. But she did manage to delay him a few precious seconds.
