Tears slip from my eyes.
Foxx is still out there. He could still hurt Jericho.
I so royally fucked up.
The vampire crouches over me, eyes dark as midnight. “You’re going to pay for that, you pathetic human.”
The last thing I see before blacking out is a cord of water snaking around the vampire’s throat.
32
JERICHO
Ilook around the club, my skin blazing and heart thumping erratically. “EVAN!”
The empty response cuts through me like a knife.
“Willow, where is he?”
The short woman brushes some of her blue locks away, eyes still wide and frantic. “I don’t know! We got separated when the crowd pushed him toward the bar. We never made it to Orem.”
The bar.Oh, no.Did Evan see Foxx? If he had, he would have taken off after him like an idiot. I knew bringing him here was reckless, but I didn’t see a way to convince him to stay back. I never meant for him to leave my side.
Running to the front of the building, I take the same exit Foxx used to make his escape. Outside, hundreds of people are running around, trying to get away from the madness. Sirens blare as cops screech to a stop in front of the building.
“Evan!” I shout.
A few people turn, but none of them are Evan. Fuck. Where is he?
Smoke billows out of a broken window, causing a knee-jerk panic to rise in my veins. The irony that my vampire gift came from beingthe sole survivor of a house fire is not lost on me, yet despite my power, I doubt I will ever get used to the smell. Fire means death, even to supernaturals.
Closing my eyes, I draw in a long breath through my nose, searching for Evan’s sweet lemongrass scent. It’s so familiar to me, so branded into my memory, that it’s easy to pick it up even with the chaos.
I take off running, dodging through the crowd without looking back. All I can think about is him out here alone, fighting my sire as a mere mortal. I have to get to him.
When I reach the corner, I’m bombarded with a few other scents that are just as familiar to me now, but for very different reasons.The pack.Rowen and Sage’s scents are strong. They must have been here just seconds ago, but there is one other that makes my fists clench.
“Kaine.” I spit his name like a curse.Howcan Evan have trusted that guy enough to let him come? After what he did? I want to snap his neck.
Shouts up ahead catch my attention.
“Tell me where he is!” Kaine roars.
“Kaine!” Sage says, his voice clipped. “We need him alive!”
“Fuck, Sage, this is bad!” Rowen says. “We need Red!”
Rowen is on his knees, and—
My steps falter when I see a form lying on the ground in front of him, arms splayed to the side and blond hair sticking up at all angles.
My heart plummets.
“No!”
Running over to them, I collapse on my knees in horror as I take in Evan’s mangled face. Pain rips through me like a branding iron. “NO!”
Evan isn’t moving. He isn’t even breathing. His body lay lifeless.
