Page 68 of Vampire Lee

“Hanna.” Rei looked as if he wanted to head for the cages but turned toward the sounds. Lee followed.

Chapter 19

Dillon clutched the dart gun and watched as Mars took down one of the people who’d exited the warehouse before the poor fucker could understand what happened. “Damn.”

“Yeah.” Devin sounded breathless.

“We’re staying here, right?”

Devin nodded, but then Murrie hauled someone toward the car, and Hanna and Mars went in through the door. Devin clawed at the door handle.

“No.” Dillon grabbed his arm.

“But what if he’s hurt? What if he needs blood, and I’m out here where he can’t get to me?”

Dillon frowned. “No. We’d be in the way, and then they’d have to rescue us on top of rescuing Rei and Lee.”

Devin made a noise of protest but let go of the door handle. Dillon’s pulse was hammering in his ears, especially after Murrie opened the door to Mars’s car and he could see Jala slumped in the seat. He reached for something, then he aimed a gun at the guy he dragged over there and pulled the trigger. A dart hit the man’s thigh, and he flopped to the ground.

Dillon looked at the gun he was clutching. It had darts.

After Murrie had hauled the now limp body into the car, he jogged toward the warehouse and disappeared from view, leaving Dillon and Devin the only conscious people in the parking lot.

Time dragged, and Dillon drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, rubbed the butt of the gun where the surface had been scarred, fiddled with the keys in the ignition, and went back to drumming on the steering wheel. Devin stared out the window without moving a muscle. Dillon wasn’t sure he breathed, though he had to be.

With a loud bang, the door flew open, and Lee tumbled out, only to roll around with a heavily muscled man on the ground. Dillon gasped. Lee was covered in blood. With a roar, Dillon pushed the door open and, more or less, fell out on the parking lot gravel.

“No!” Devin reached for him, but he was too late. Dillon ran. He was distantly aware of Devin opening his car door, but Lee was bleeding, and he was down on the ground. Dillon ran faster. He was close enough to make out details when he raised the gun and pulled the trigger.

The dart hit the massive man in the shoulder, and he looked away from Lee and focused on Dillon. With a vicious snarl no human ever could produce, he flung himself off Lee and toward Dillon. The next second, he fell to the ground, out cold.

Whatever was in these darts, it worked fast. Dillon stared at the unmoving form.

Lee was by his side before he could see him move. “Okay, babe?”

“I shot him.”

“You sure did.” Lee grinned, which was a gruesome sight with all the blood. “How did you get here?”

“Drove.” He gestured at the car. “Are you hurt?”

“We don’t have time now. I have to get to the cages. I don’t want anyone else approaching Angelo. He won’t know what’s going on.”

Dillon nodded. He had no idea what Lee was saying, but right then he didn’t care.

Murrie exited the warehouse dragging yet another person. He looked at the guy on the ground, then at Dillon. “You need to reload. That model only holds one dart.”

Good he didn’t miss then.

“Go reload and stay in the car. I’ll be back in a minute.” Lee kissed him on the lips and Dillon grimaced at the taste of blood but nodded his agreement.

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Lee hurried past Hanna, Rei, and Mars. They each held one person to the ground. A calm had settled. Lee wasn’t sure he trusted it, but he didn’t think there would be a massive attack anywhere, so he headed toward the cages.

“Lee!”

Lee turned and looked at Rei, who twisted the head of the person he was holding. The sickening sound of a neck breaking overtook the air, and Lee winced.

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