Page 201 of Gift from the Source
Riding on the spikes of her tail, Vince in all his massive golden lion glory leaps into the pile with his jaws open wide.
Half the group of vampires go down in his tackle, and I move in.
I twist and turn in every direction, swiping my hands across their throats as hard and as deep as I can. If beheading is the only way to kill them, beheaded is what they’ll be.
They won’t take my father from me.
The breaking of bones is music to my ears, but the shoes sticking out of the unmoving pile silences it all.
I drop the head in my hands and kick it to the side as I rush over and begin throwing bodies.
The mound feels endless, but my muscles scream for me to go faster.
“Dad,” I whisper, standing above his prone form.
My hands shake as my knees hit the ground beside him.
Cuts, bites, slices.
There’s cobalt blood everywhere.
He’s covered in the lifeforce that screams royalty, but his head is still attached to his shoulders.
“Wake up,” I command. When he doesn’t move, I gather my magic in my hands and scream as I shove them to his chest. “Wake the fuck up.”
He sits straight up, gripping me on the back of my neck.
Eyes crimson, fangs elongated.
Ever so slowly, they fade back to the ruby and air rushes out of me as he leans his forehead to mine.
“Thank you, my son.”
“You scared me there for a second, Dad.”
The words taste right.
“Draken…”Tanith’s weak whisper of my name has the two of us rushing closer to her.
“Tanith. No,”I choke.
“I will be fine, young lord. Your father will remove the spears, and I will feed on the knowledge of all that are among us.But, Draken—”
Her words are cut off as a pitiful meow sounds from behind me.
Everything within me turns to ice. My fire sizzles out.
I slowly turn toward the sound.
A head rolls from Vince’s teeth as he staggers around, unbalanced.
My knees hit the ground the same second his human form hits the grass.
Tears prick my eyes.
Please no.
Crawling to him, my hand hovers over the tear going through his stomach. So much blood.
