Page 87 of Obsessed in Blood
“What’s the matter, boys? I know it’s a bit unorthodox, and I’m only human, but if you’re not interested, I’ll go find someone who is.”
I turned for the stairs, but before I reached them, one of the vamps lunged at me. He didn’t have a weapon, and when he was almost on me, I swung my dagger slicing across his throat. It was enough for him to stagger and fall to his knees. I kicked out with my right leg which sent him sprawling backwards.
It was an unfortunate circumstance for his friend, who hadn’t expected his comrade to fall, and he tripped over the body. He was able to keep his footing, but it left him in a poor position to fend off Devon who had made his move before the first vamp went down. In seconds, the fight was over.
“Don’t say it,” Devon said as we moved past the fallen vamps and raced down the hall. “I’ll have to consider the honeypot trap in future scenarios.” The doors along the hallway were closed with bars across the doors. When they reached the one on the end, Devon pulled off the bar and yanked the door open.
Hamilton jerked to a stop. He appeared to have been pacing, a ragged backpack hung over one shoulder.
“Come on. We’re behind schedule.” Devon waved him forward.
It was a surreal feeling as I gave a quick glance around the room. The construct Colantha had made based on Hamilton’s description was almost perfect.
Hamilton followed Devon back down the hall and up the stairs to the first floor. I brought up the rear. We slowed before moving back into the kitchen, but all was quiet.
The two vamps were still down in the foyer, and we stepped around them, careful to stay out of the blood. The last thing we needed was to leave a trail.
Devon scanned the outer perimeter before hustling us out, taking the path to the right. We’d taken a handful of steps when a bright light hit us.
Seconds later, the sound of automatic weapons filled the air as Devon’s body jerked for what seemed like an eternity. I screamed as he dropped. He struggled to get up but fell back, twisting in agony. Silver bullets.
I shoved Hamilton to the side and used a hand to shield my eyes from the light in an attempt to make out how many were out there.
From behind the spotlight, Lorenzo walked out of the darkness. He held a long silver sword.
I still had my dagger out but didn’t hear the vamps that sneaked up from behind. They grabbed my arms, and my dagger was wrenched from me. I struggled, but they forced me to my knees. I gave a quick glance to Devon, but he was fighting off the effects of the silver.
“I have to hand it to you.” Lorenzo moved around Devon, watching him writhe. “Quite the daring bravado to invade my home and steal from me. I always knew the House Trelane never played by the rules.”
Two vamps were leading Hamilton away, but Lorenzo waved them off. “I want him to see firsthand there’s no escape for him.”
He glared down at Devon then turned his glowing red eyes on me. “I’ve had my eyes on you all night, wondering why you looked so familiar behind your masks. At least, you’ve come to me rather than making me come for you.”
He lifted my chin. “It’s past time you shared my bed. And you will come willingly.”
He turned his back on me as he circled Devon again, who was on his knees, attempting to stand.
“Remember who your true master is.”
Lorenzo lifted his sword and swung.
I screamed.
“Cressa. Cressa.” Someone was shaking me. “Cressa, wake up. Wake up.”
I opened my eyes to see Devon kneeling over me, a concerned expression in his warm gaze. I glanced around. We were in his room.
I sat up and clutched him to me. His arms circled me as he rocked me back and forth.
“It’s alright. It was only a dream.”
The bedroom door burst open as Sergi and Lucas rushed in.
“It’s alright. It was just a dream,” Devon repeated as he continued to hold me, but I pushed back.
Tears streaked my face and wouldn’t stop. “No. Nothing is alright. Our plan won’t work.”
Devon fussedwith his tie until it laid perfectly then pulled on his jacket. Cressa had left his room an hour earlier after a long nap, and while she appeared excited for the evening, the dream still bothered her, as it did him. Her last words before walking out the door were something about doing her hair and makeup with Ginger, and she’d meet him downstairs. He’d be surprised if either of them was on time.
