Page 78 of Fangs for the Memories
Tasers don’t do more to me than tickle, but I still don’t fancy being hit with one.
“We’ll see about that, madam. If you can keep your distance while we take this one into custody.”
I glare at them. The male isn’t dead. His foul heart still beats, although not because I want it to.
“No, you can’t,” Grace pleads.
“Grace.” I turn to face her. “Don’t worry. I’ll sort everything out.”
Which is when the taser is fired at me and all hell breaks loose as I try to shield Grace from any further damage and get her out of the confined space where I don’t trust the humans not to lash out first and ask questions later.
It turns out to be a mistake on my part because what’s waiting outside is quite a lot more humans, some of whom have weapons.
“On the ground!” someone yells.
“Kóstolgatsz?” I roar, my temper entirely ragged.
“Get on the ground or we will shoot!”
Fucking humans and their guns. I push Grace behind a car and advance on them.
“Do it!” I snarl. “See how long it takes me to deal with all of you.”
And if I’d factored in the sniper, then I’d probably have managed to get all the weapons from all the humans.
Except the bullet searing through my shoulder is something else entirely.
The last thing I see is Grace looking down at me, her long, beautiful hair swept forward, her bright eyes filled with pain.
She calls my name, but I can’t hear her.
The bullet had silver in it, that’s all I know. And it’s the only thing which can stop an alpha werewolf. Which means someone knew I was coming.
My last waking thought before unconsciousness takes me is for my Grace. She isn’t safe and I failed her.
Ferenc
“Iseem to have to keep bailing you out, Ferenc.” Dominik’s annoying voice penetrates the darkness.
I open my eyes, and I wish I hadn’t. Pain sears all over my body, and the scent which invades my nostrils is like nothing I’ve ever had the misfortune to smell before.
“Fuck!” I attempt to sit up.
“Ah!” Dominik pushes me back down again using the tip of a bejeweled walking cane. “You don’t want to do that, not yet.”
“Fucking silver bullet.” I groan. “I have to get to Grace.” I have another go at sitting, but I’m pinned in place by Dominik and don’t have the strength to resist.
I had to leave Viktor behind to assist with the clean-up post Max, and I’m wishing I’d allowed the gargoyle to accompany me.
At the very least, I wouldn’t be stuck with a vampire.
“You’re in a police cell, under arrest, you great hairy idiot. If you want her in the same position, go ahead, make a fuss,” Dominik snarls. “If not, then you’ll shut up and listen to what I have to say.”
“Why are you even here?” I flail my arms like a bug in a specimen jar, ignoring his threat.
“Apparently I’m a barrister in England, and it means I get to come into this stinking place and deal with you.” Dominik releases me from under his stick. “The humans don’t quite know what to do with a werewolf, which is why you’re in a cell rather than in a hospital, apparently.” He wrinkles his lip.
My shoulder aches. I touch the cloth of my jacket, and it comes away red. Dominik flicks my hand from the wound with his stick.
