Echo couldn’t let word get back to The Garm about her defection. Not until Odette was safe.
“The Garm is an organization whose sole purpose is to kill the fae. Did you know that, Mr. Webb?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Elijah shrugged, insouciant. “But I would like you to leave.”
“We’re not your enemy. We want to ensure your survival.”
“If you’re not my enemy, then you’ll do what I ask and show yourselves out.”
Lincoln gave him a weary look. “I can’t. It’s for your own protection. Please don’t make me do this.”
The hair on Echo’s arms stood on end seconds before Nancy and Bill dropped to their knees, clutching their chests as they cried out in pain.
“Mum! Dad!” Elijah fell before them, horror on his face.
Echo glanced frantically around the coven, but the energy was being channeled out of the Webbs by them all.
So be it.
Fast, faster than even most vampires, Echo was a blur around the room.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Three coven members’ necks broken in an instant.
Pain ricocheted through her as they turned their magic on her, but Echo never dropped her speed. She was accustomed to pain. It was literally in her name. Lincoln dove out of her way, but she kept going.
Crack, crack, crack, crack!
Another four dead, and the pain lessened.
Then suddenly, she was yanked out of vamp speed and hauled against a hard body. Echo struggled, knowing she could break a human’s hold in seconds, but abruptly stopped when she saw the wooden stake touch her chest over her heart.
“Not so cocky now,” Lincoln snarled in her ear.
Elijah leaned over his parents, guarding them. They were pale but didn’t seem to be in pain anymore. Seven coven members’ bodies littered the carpet. Energy crackled in the air as Elijah stood and when he turned to face them, Echo sucked in a breath.
His eyes were bright gold, and the energy she sensed was coming from him.
Oh, they’d pissed him off good.
What a sight he made.
She even heard Lincoln’s intake of breath.
Echo smirked.Good luck with that, warlock.
Elijah’s strange but beautiful golden gaze took in the dead and then Lincoln, holding Echo captive with a stake. A witch stood at either side of Echo and the warlock.
“You tried to kill my parents.” Elijah’s deep voice rumbled coldly. He didn’t sound like himself at all. A shiver skated down her spine.
“We’re trying to protect you,” Lincoln replied. “And if you don’t come with us willingly, I will stake your vampire girlfriend right through the heart.”
“I don’t think so,” Echo said coolly.
“Shut up, vampire. This is between us men,” the warlock said.
Sothe wrong thing to say.
