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“Finn, move!” I shouted, but the vampire was fast.
Finn ducked and rolled to the side as the vampire lunged, his knife swiping through the air where Finn had been a moment before.
I launched myself at the attacker, slamming him into the wall.
The impact cracked the plaster, but the vampire only snarled and shoved me back with unnatural strength.
Gael took the opportunity to rush Finn, his knife slashing in a deadly arc.
Finn parried with his own blade, the clash of metal ringing out as they grappled.
“Finn!” I called, but I couldn’t get to him.
The second vampire was on me again, his knife aiming for my throat.
The room was chaos. A cacophony of snarls, metal, and shattering furniture.
Finn and Gael circled each other, their blades dancing dangerously close.
Gael’s smirk hadn’t faltered; he was toying with Finn, testing him, waiting for a mistake.
I didn’t have time to watch them. My opponent lunged at me again, his speed blurring as he closed the distance.
I dodged to the side, grabbed a broken chair leg, and drove it toward his chest.
He twisted at the last second, and the makeshift stake glanced off his ribs.
The vampire snarled, baring fangs, and swung at me with his knife.
I ducked, grabbing his arm and using his momentum to throw him across the room.
He crashed into the dresser, splintering it into pieces, but he was on his feet in seconds, his eyes blazing with fury.
In my peripheral vision, I saw Finn trip over the edge of the bed.
Gael pounced, his knife flashing, but Finn managed to roll away just in time.
“Finn, get out of here!” I yelled.
“No!” he shouted back, his voice defiant. “I’m not leaving you!”
The vampire I was fighting rushed me again, forcing me to focus.
He came at me with everything he had—knife, fangs, brute strength.
But I’d been doing this for too long, and he was predictable.
When he lunged for my throat, I sidestepped and grabbed the back of his neck, driving him face-first into the ground.
Before he could recover, I grabbed the broken chair leg again and rammed it through his chest.
He let out a strangled cry, his body convulsing as the wood pierced his heart. Then he went still, his body sliding to the floor.
I turned just in time to see Finn block another of Gael’s strikes, his knife skidding across the blade.
Gael was relentless, pressing Finn backward until his back hit the wall.
“Enough!” I roared, charging at Gael.
