Page 195 of Vameer

Volik shoves at the cloud.

It turns red.

“Favorite color.” He snickers.

With his guard down, I add force, slamming him back against his tree.

He lifts a hand to retaliate, but Dread stops him.

“Fine. I’ll show you.”

“The bees?” I ask.

Volik presses a hand over his mouth, but his whole body is shaking.

“I’ll let my magic out, but you need to finish that bottle.”

Volik and I both sit up straight.

I glance at the half-full bottle in my hand. “Why do we have to finish the rum?”

Volik smirks. “This is when he says I could tell you, but I would have to kill you.”

Dread shakes his head. “You watch too many movies, Vampire.”

My brother narrows his eyes. “How do you know that?”

The druid holds his gaze. “I could tell you. But I would have to kill you.”

Volik grins.

“If anybody could…” I stage-whisper to my brother.

Volik nods his agreement. The druid who makes vampire killers would be the most qualified to use one.

I lift the bottle and take three large swallows. Then I hand it to Volik.

He chugs the rest, sets the bottle in the grass, and holds his arms out. “Release the bees!”

Dread rolls his eyes. “How are you two the most feared beings in all the world?”

We both grin.

Dread closes his eyes and inhales.

His chest remains still as he holds his breath.

One heartbeat. Two.

His eyes open. They’re glowing so incredibly bright I have to squint. They’re almost white.

Then he exhales.

And it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before.

Chapter 113

Dread