Page 38 of The Wayward Sons & The Vampires of Fortune
I couldn’t just… do nothing.
When the vampire lunged, Cobalt’s power flared violently. I cringed and lost sight of everything as the gold light overwhelmed my night vision.
Being blinded was up there on the list of things I didn’t fucking need.
Screaming…
Grunting…
Squelching…
I’d spent enough time hunting demons to know the sound of body parts being ripped apart. Blood. Muscle. Bone. It was undeniable.
Frantically, I tapped the earpiece to get rid of the night vision as fear gripped me tightly. I needed to see.
The room was blanketed in darkness, only brightened by Cobalt’s power.As he ripped the vampire’s head from its body.Its jaw clacked viciously, even as he dragged its spine out of its body. Blood splashed on the floor along with organs—the sight more than enough to make my stomach roll.
“Fuck,” he grunted, breathing hard. The vampire screeched. Its jaw continued to click as its head rotated on the flopping spine. “Gross.”
He tossed the head and spine one way while throwing the body across the building.
“It won’t stop it, but it’ll fucking slow it,” he told me.
“Slow it?” I repeated.Only slow it?“It doesn’t have a fucking head!”
“Tiny Deadpool hands,” he replied like that told me anything. “It’ll grow—”
The building shook violently with an explosion of gold light on the far end of the floor. I braced myself on the wall and pulled back quickly as ice touched my fingers.What the fuck?A cold front swept through the room, swirling in the air. Ice crystals built on the wall and collected on the floor, rapidly covering everything.
With it came an intense wave of clicking. More than one vampire. That much I could tell.
“That’s our cue to leave. Now!”
“What about—”
“Trust me, and just run!” he ordered. His hand lashed out and grabbed me by the back of the neck, shoving me forward. “Don’t worry about him. She’s got him.”
I didn’t trust him, but I did run.
CHAPTER 26
He didn’t pause to open the roof door. He blasted his way through it, his power sending the door flying off the hinges. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but an empty rooftop wasn’t it. We were eight stories off the ground. There was no getting down from here—not easily and not without breaking something.
“Go, go, go!” Cobalt damn near pushed me across the rooftop. Every time I tried to stop, he shoved me to keep me going. When we hit the edge of the building, he stopped.
The swirl of anxious energy coming off him was nauseating. I had enough of that shit on my own. And this whole situation was tanking my emotional stability.
“What are we doing up here?” I asked.
“Vampires can’t fly,” he said, never once looking my way. Me? I fucking stared. He had to be kidding me. What the hell did he think we were going to do? Just jump off the fucking building?
“Hunters can’t fly!”
“Just trust me!”
“I don’t trust you!”
“Do you trust Gray?” he demanded, taking hold of my arm. Even behind that stupid mask, his stare was intense.I did, and he knew it.“Gray trusted us, so trust that.”
