There was no way Sawyer was strong enough to hold onto Andvari, not even if he could find a way to grab him. He was pressed flat against Draco’s back, Andvari limp on top of him.
“Hold on, Andi,” Sawyer shouted. “Squeeze your fucking legs and hold on. Draco get us down. Now!”
Draco gave one more giant thrust of his wings then folding them in close to his body. They dive bombed for the ground, angled to reach the safety of the wards.
“Eduard, watch our backs!
Henry had been able to keep a lot of the ravens at bay. He was directing the air, swirling his arms as the ravens tried to find a way through. Sawyer held on, praying that Andvari could stay conscious long enough for them to safely land.
Finally, they shot over the first ward and the ravens smacked against the barrier with crack after crack of breaking necks. They were birds against windows, flying into the invisible barrier that refused to let anything magical cross, hurling themselves to their death in a desperate attempt to keep fighting.
Draco unfurled his wings and began to slow their approach, bringing them in to land near Henry. Eduard landed beside them, back to his human form a second later, the momentum of his flight keeping his legs running as he reached for Andvari.
Andvari managed a groan, then rolled to the side into Eduard’s waiting arms. Draco dropped to his haunches and Sawyer unclenched his fingers and slid off his back. Moments later Draco was back to his human form, bruised and obviously shaken, but whole.
The same couldn’t be said for Andvari.
Draco
Draco fell to his knees beside Andvari’s still form. The vampire had lost too much blood, the gaping hole in his chest still pulsing. “Fuck!”
Eduard clawed at his own neck, then pushed it against Andvari’s mouth. “Drink. Dammit, Andvari. Drink!”
The blood pooled in his mouth, the last vestiges of consciousness having left him when he hit the ground. Draco massaged his throat, forcing the blood to comply.
Sawyer knelt by Andvari’s side, holding onto his limp hand, tears streaming down his face.
Draco kept rubbing, forcing Andvari’s throat to take the blood. Eduard grew pale, his blood still pouring from the wound in his neck. Draco pulled him away, then tugged off his shirt and pressed it against the wound. “Don’t drain yourself, idiot. Sawyer, get up here.”
Sawyer scrambled to move, his limbs clumsy. “Rub his throat. Watch me.”
He showed Sawyer how he was moving, sliding his fingers up and down and helping the muscles contract. “Keep doing it, okay?”
Sawyer nodded. “Draco, is he…”
“He’s going to be fine. He’s getting dragon and griffin blood. Best vintage on the planet.”
He shifted enough for his fingers to change to claws, then sliced his own neck. He lowered his throat to Andvari’s neck, listening to Sawyer desperately beg him to swallow even as he continued to work Andvari’s throat.
“His chest… it doesn’t look as bad,” Sawyer said.
Draco’s head was spinning. He had no idea how long he’d been giving but he had to stop. But the hole was still there and that wasn’t good.
“Move, Draco.”
Henry ran from the house with one of Eduard’s daggers clenched in his hand. His knees hit the ground by Andvari’s head and he dragged the blade down his wrist several inches.
“Henry, no!”
“Move it.”
Henry’s eyes were glowing blue and he lowered his wrist to Andvari’s mouth. Sawyer was still massaging his throat. Draco moved away, collapsing next to Eduard on the ground.
“Come on, Andi. Come back to us.” Henry ran his hand over Andvari’s head and Sawyer leaned against his ear.
“We need you. Come on.”
“It’s closing,” Henry said.
