Page 62 of Greer's Change

Fear like I haven’t experienced in ages rips through my chest. It’s not my own, and it takes only another half second to recognize it comes from Greer.

“Something is wrong,” I hiss. “Where did Seiran take Greer?”

Reign drops his glass and siphons the few feet to me. “He mentioned earlier that he might take her to the cemetery to pay their respects to her grandmother.” He grabs the front of my shirt, and we siphon through the air.

We land just outside the graveyard, and my head whips around, scanning.

“I don’t hear them. Check the old woman’s home and ours. I’ll do a quick sweep of the graveyard and backtrack toward the club,” I instruct, already in motion.

It takes me mere seconds to circle the cemetery and determine they aren’t here.

Greer’s terror increases.

My system draws me toward town with a fervency I didn’t know existed until Greer came into my life. On occasion, I have watched Seiran make his ridiculous trips to the old woman’s gravesite, which gives me confidence I’m on the correct path.

I spot them when I’m still too far away to do a damn thing to help. My eyesight is far superior to most creatures, but I amp up my speed to its maximum as the female slams Greer against a brick wall.

My progeny rips out a handful of the female vampire’s hair and stares at it in sheer horror as the blonde strands fall from her fingers.

Seiran fights against another female vampire a few feet away, but I trust him to handle himself. I come to a shaky stop just behind the female pinning Greer to the wall. My clawed hand stretches toward her shoulder to spin her toward me, but I readjust when she aims her claws for Greer’s chest.

I snap through her ribs, slamming with enough force that my claws rake the front set as my fingers wrap around her heart. I tug the organ through the broken bone, eviscerating it in my fist without even meaning to.

The woman’s body falls to the ground, and I study Greer’s face twisted in fear.

“I’m here. No need to worry.” Bringing my clean hand up, I brush my fingers over her cheek. It’s barely a tease of a touch, but Seiran is too soft to take a life. I’ll need to handle his adversary.

My body twists to appraise the situation. A crunching sound fills the air, and Seiran doesn’t stop twisting until either his strength or claws or some combination of the two remove her head from her shoulders.

I blink repeatedly.

In no universe did I see that coming.

I nod. “Good job.”

“Shit, we should have staked them. This is going to be a nightmare to declare to the paranormal council.” Seiran frowns, dropping the head next to the woman’s body.

He’s not wrong.

It will require additional red tape.

Who knows why, but vampires only disintegrate when they’re staked through the heart. Perhaps lore is to blame. I have no fucking idea.

“What happened?” I ask, although I have a feeling I already know.

“They knew who Greer was. My guess is they were sent by her previous maker.” Seiran sighs, shaking his head.

Dammit. We’ll need to report this. It’ll only strengthen our case to show Greer and Seiran were attacked. It’ll leave an additional paper trail to cover our asses, because one way or another, I will be ending her maker.

I spin back to assess Greer, and Reign chooses that exact second to materialize in front of her. He pulls her into his arms, so I tug my phone free of my pocket.

Bart is going to hate me for interrupting his night, but the more Greer’s former maker annoys our council liaison, the more likely Bart will be to sweep it under the rug when I ruthlessly end Cole.

Greer seems dazed, but she does her best to recall the events that occurred. Reign didn’t see anything important, which is good because Bart allows him to leave with Greer once she’s finished with her statement.

Several council lackeys that I don’t recognize are responsible for taking pictures of the women—likely in an attempt to see if they’re in the database. Once they’re done, they bag the bodies.

Seiran and I give our statements, and it feels like seven years pass waiting for Bart tohandwriteit all in his notebook.

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