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A horrific screech followed by an explosion of gold made me stall.
The spike of fear was a punch to the gut.
“Don’t stop.”
Inhale…
Exhale…
Find my calm…
There was no calm in this situation.
CHAPTER 24
Time was impossible to measure. I was so wound up and full of anxiety, fear, and adrenaline.
Every breath.
Every heartbeat.
Everything was loud and equally intense.
Inhale…
Exhale…
Find my calm…
I was no good to Nash or myself if I couldn’t maintain my focus. My hunter instincts buzzed against the back of my skull.
Another shriek.
A blast of…was that ice?How the hell was there ice? Hunters didn’t have ice power.
“Hallway to your left.” Nash’s voice interrupted my thoughts—probably for the better.I needed to focus.“I’ll go first. You follow. We’re goin’ up a floor and across the buildin’ to the opposite stairwell. That’ll take us to the roof.”
Before I could say anything, he threw open the stairwell door, and the world came to a halt. From the darkness, something rushed forward.
My heart stopped in my chest.
Nearly seven feet tall, the vampire wore tactical gear comparable to what Nash had—all black with a tactical vest and belt, boots, and gloves. The only thing missing was a mask.
And fuck, how it needed a mask.
Its head was nothing more than a skull. Gaping hollow eyes. Razor-sharp fangs. And so much blood. Whose blood? That was a question I wasn’t sure that I wanted the answer to.
It lunged straight for Nash.
One shot.
One spot.
That was all I needed.
Breathe in, aim, fire.
The vampire recoiled backward with the impact, its body seizing.
