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“I’m glad you’re here,” he carried on. “What do you think?”

I felt like I was going to puke. “You’re wasting time,” I fired back mentally. “You can’t kill him.”

“Correct. But what a show it will be.”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, Paris. You really are an idiot.”

I’d heard enough. Whatever he was up to, he could shove it. I couldn’t stand another moment of the vampire king being his plaything.

“Get Silvanus out of here,” I said to my companions.

I guess it was my turn to charge like a bull into a field of red flags.

I broke from cover, speeding toward the scaffolding, the skill of my elvish lightfeet making me practically glide across the distance.

Fuck the camera. I didn’t care who saw this.

I took a swing at Aidan, the tip of my weapon scraping his cheek as he spun out of the way.

“Infidel!” he bellowed.

The others moved, dashing up onto the platform. Declan stayed with me, going for his own attacks with teeth and claws.

Aidan howled his ear-splitting rage, firing off magical energy at both me and the wolf. We dodged, we danced, I managed to get in an uppercut. Fuck yeah! The sweet crack of my bone against his chin soothed my soul.

The prick went down hard, smacking his head off the wooden platform. Declan pounced on him, crushing him with his furry weight and bringing his jaws to his throat, tearing it out.

Well, the audience was certainly getting a show.

Blood spurted, the deity twitched and thrashed, clutching at the wound the alpha made. I joined in, stabbing him five times in his heart with the crystal dagger before taking out his eyes. I was engulfed by vehement disgust for this piece of shit.

When he stopped moving, I faced the camera, wiping blood off my face with the sleeve of my jumper.

“Did you get that? Good.” I pointed my weapon at the lens, knowing full well I’d be wasting my time without a spell to back it up with. Still, a guy had to try.

“Now, listen to me. You may think that creature on the floor is your divine Aidan. But he’s not. He’s⁠—”

A vampire crashed into me, raking his fingernails across my chest and tore open my jumper, drawing blood and sending me onto my arse.

Fuck!

Springing to my feet, I blocked his punches, delivering a kick to his right shin. Man, did my chest sting. The fucker got me good, hot blood running down my stomach into my underwear.

Every time I changed into fresh clothes, some drama happened to soil them.

Ugh.

The vamp grabbed me by the throat. I headbutted him and drove my weapon into his torso. He became crimson bone dust, the dagger not needing to hit his heart.

Another vampire kill notch for my executioner bedpost.

I’m sorry, Silvanus.

He’d be feeling that death right now.

Two more vamps joined the fray, one coming for me and the other going for Declan. I made short work of my attacker after he stumbled trying to hit me with a hammer.