“Not venom, quicksilver.It’s deadly for Vampiri.”
“Bitch, is everything she has a weapon?”
“Zoe is safe in the room.”Antoine’s claws sliced through the head of another attacker who came at them from behind, easily slicing it in half. He reached into the asshole’s chest next and yanked the heart out, the body collapsing to the ground.
“I miss this,”she reminisced.
“I know. It’s been a while since we had this kind of fun.”
Something crashed against her the next second, and I was sent flying out of her body, Star and I crashing on the frozen ground.
“Shit!”I scrambled to my feet, turning to find a huge white wolf next to me. Star.“Are you okay?”
“How am I out? Let me back in, Bitch. Let me back in!”she howled while a full-on battle raged around us.
“I don’t know how. Stay calm, we got this. Where is the Countess?”I turned to find her and Antoine surrounded.“No…”
For the first time, I was scared for her…
Her feathers began to angle outward slowly when she regained her stance, and she exchanged a single glance with Antoine.
“Now!” she roared and spun while Antoine grabbed the Vampir closest to him. Her wings snapped open as she turned, and the feathers shot through the air like daggers, every single one of them hitting their mark.
Evil Wolf Shifters and Vampiri alike fell to the ground, black veins extending all over their skin, originating where the feather had pierced their bodies. Venom. Her feathers’ quill was filled with venom.
Throwing aside the guy he’d used as a shield, Antoine joined my Vampir Mother.
The black fire didn’t come for the others. Instead, they were left on the ground, screaming and writhing in excruciating pain while the venom desiccated them alive, leaving only piles of pulverized bones in the end.
“Anastasia, behind you!”Dresden shouted amidst the growing mayhem.“No!”
Antoine and the Countess dashed toward the place where Natasha’s father fought. Her guard joined them.
“Our ride is gone. What do we do now?”Star asked while I glanced around us.
“The boathouse. Natasha is our priority. We need to see what happened to her.”
Nodding, Star and I ran through the multitude until a burning structure came into view. My blue fire raged over it, close to consuming the whole thing. We stumbled to a stop just outside the flaming boathouse, taking in the jarring sight—a severed head stained the snow-covered ground with blood.
“Is that?”
Arms, legs, and a torso were scattered around it.
“Natasha’s asshole of an uncle,”I spat, not feeling the least bit sorry for him.
“Good riddance,”Star growled, attempting to kick the body parts into the growing fire.
“Your body is not really here, remember?”
She bared her canines at me.
Junior, one of the Countess’s sons, rushed into the boathouse the next second, his green whip flying through the air. A moment later he came out, guiding Natasha to safety.
My first instinct was to be relieved that she was safe, even though her head was bleeding—I knew she was, or we wouldn’t be here but still. The second one was to worry because she was half overcome by my fire.
André and Dante came out of the boathouse on the other side at that moment, but André’s head snapped toward the mayhem near the beach when someone yelled for him. His eyes turned dark with alarm and disbelief before he glanced at Dante.
“I’ll go to Natasha,”he assured.
