Page 47 of Blood Bound (Blood Mafia 3)

I don’t move. My undead heart starts to thud inside of my chest.

“Looks like we’re in trouble,” he whispers to Demi. “Have you ever had your brains blown out? Nasty business to clean up. You’ll have to trust your men to pick up all the essential pieces so you can heal. Do you trust them?”

What if she doesn’t come back?

Demi draws her eyebrows down. “Yes, but you forgot one thing.”

“What’s that?” he asks, eyes widening in surprise.

He’s enjoying himself.

“This.” Demi’s eyes bleed from brown to red.

Sisco fires the gun.

Evelyn drops her grip from his neck and smacks Anthia, who is leaping toward her. She crashes to the floor.

Grayson shouts Demi’s name but the hunter is already moving, dropping her chest to the desk and narrowly missing the bullet.

Sisco’s women finally stop talking and scream when it pierces the guard’s head.

“Fuck,” Colt shouts in surprise, dropping the vampire and running for Sisco.

Demi’s faster than all of us and she hops over the desk, kicking Sisco in the stomach. He flies into the wall and lets out a grunt at the force of the impact. A painting crashes to the floor.

Anthia snarls and runs for Demi. The movement snaps me out of my stupor. I flash and step into her path, slamming my fist into her face.

Her cheekbone cracks and she howls in outrage.

Normally I’d feel bad for hitting a woman, but she’s a vampire and she tried to attack Demi.

I turn around when I hear a startled gasp. Sisco’s blade is all I see as he slices it across Demi’s throat. He shoves her away and licks the blood off the knife, humming in satisfaction. Demi clutches her neck, letting out a whimper of pain.

No matter what race you are, dying fucking hurts.

Colt, Grayson, and I flash to her at the same time, all of us catching part of her before she can face plant into the floor.

“Fine, I’ll do it myself,” Anthia growls.

Spinning and preparing for her attack, I lift my eyebrows in surprise as she launches herself at Sisco, who’s too busy shoving the bloody knife in his mouth and licking every spare drop of Demi’s blood he can.

“Anthia!” he shouts as they topple to the ground.

She hisses at him and jams the barrel of a gun to his head, firing it before he can reason with her. She screams and tosses the gun away, smashing her fist into his face and ripping the knife from his hand.

Evelyn walks over to where I crouch, tipping her head to the side as she watches Anthia carve open Sisco’s chest.

“Wow, and I thought I was scorned.”

I shoot my sister a derisive look before whirling around.

Grayson has a mouth to Demi’s neck, but he’s not feeding on her so much as trying to heal the wound. His mouth is covered in her blood when he pulls away. “Fuck, it’s too deep,” he mutters before biting his wrist and pressing it to her lips. “Drink, tiger.”

Demi opens her mouth, accepting his blood to help jump start her healing. Being supernatural, she’d heal anyway, but none of us want to watch her suffer and die.

Colt rips his shirt off and presses it against her throat. “You’re okay.”

Demi’s gaze strays to me and her eyebrows pinch together. The bond pulses with panic. Her heartbeat is slowing down. Grayson’s blood won’t be enough to save her from death. Sisco’s knife went deeper than I initially thought. She blinks at me, trying to ask something but her mouth can’t form the words.

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