Page 54 of Blood Secret

And he knew I was about to kill him.

I planted a solid kick to his chin that tore his head clean off his neck.

It stunned even me, and I was the one who did it.

His head bounced off the floor, then rolled until it reached a wall and came to a stop.

Just like that, dozens of bodies fell like puppets whose masters had let go of the strings. Dead. The room went silent.

“Holy… shit…” Vale panted like an exhausted animal.

He had taken down at least a dozen vampires with his two hands and was covered in blood all over again.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t quicker,” I said, going to him. “Are you all right?”

“Fine. Never better. You?”

I looked over at where Bradley’s body had fallen. He was nothing. Just a memory.

“Yes. I’m fine. Let’s get out of here.” We used our speed to race up the stairs and through the storage room—there was chaos in the club section, probably because the few humans or vampires not related to Bradley had just witnessed others die on the spot as they cleaned the place up.

We burst through the back door hand-in-hand.

I was elated, over the moon, ready to get on with the rest of my life.

And if that meant spending eternity with Vale, that would be just fine. We would find our way together. If we could take down a basement full of vampires, we could do anything.

That was when I saw who waited for us out there in the alley.

Four tall, beautiful women in flowing robes. One of whom looked just like me—or, rather, what I had looked like before Vale turned me.

He gasped before his hand squeezed mine in a crushing vice. “Isobel?”

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