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All of them?
The not knowing threatened to take me out. I’d faced a lot of demons in my lifetime, but vampires were something else. I’d take werewolves or sirens or pretty much anything else any day.
“One step… real slow like…” Nash instructed.
He took one step, and the darkness snatched him up.
CHAPTER 25
Ipressed my back against the wall with my gun up and my senses going haywire. A blast of gold flooded the darkness momentarily, inciting a wild screech to fill the space. I held my ground as I waited for whatever came next.
“C’mon, you ugly fucker,” Nash snarled somewhere in the room. “Show me your worst.”
Yeah, I wasn’t sure we wanted that to happen either.
“Tap your earpiece,” Riley instructed in my ear.
“Why?” I demanded. I was too damn focused on not getting my ass grabbed by a vampire while trying to figure out how to help Nash—if it was even possible.
“Because your mask has night vision,” he said.
Oh. That was a good reason.
I did as he ordered, and the darkness came alive in shades of greens and shadows.
“This would’ve been helpful earlier,” I snapped.
“You’re still alive, aren’t you?” he clipped back. Snarky fucking kid.
I ignored anything else he had to say as I caught sight of Nash facing down a single vampire. The gold of his power screwed with the night vision, making the entire scene hard to take in.
The two were trapped in hand-to-hand combat.
He was fast.
The vampire was faster.
Every punch, every kick, every hit… they all landed flat.
And every hit earned him equal treatment, sending him flying back against concrete.
“Keep goin’!” Nash shouted, his words dissolving into a grunting scream as the vampire grabbed him around the wrist and tossed him hard across the room.
I took aim, ready to help, but the vampire disappeared.
“Duck!” The shout behind me had me dropping just in time for an axe to jettison over my head. The thunk it made as it landed in the vampire's chest was deafening.
It slowed the vampire, but it didn’t stop it.
I rolled to the side as Cobalt came running. Using the moment, he slid across the floor and between the vampire’s legs, grabbing the axe handle as he did. The sheer force of his movement flipped it.
I aimed, trying to do whatever I could to help. The lack of powers given the situation was crippling. They moved too fast.
The vampire flipped. Cobalt did the same.
It grabbed the axe and yanked it free from its chest, tossing it aside like it was nothing.
With its back to me, I couldn’t take the shot. It’d be a waste of bullets. It still took everything I had not to just shoot anyway in an attempt to slow it down.
