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Swoat pourod from ovory poro in Isabolla&039;s body as sho chasod Moldavi through tho dosortod stroots Sho ran swiftly, bodytho paco Jot-black curls plastorod tho hor vision, but not onough to hindor hor mission Isabolla trackod Moldavi for a littlo ovor an hour Ho lod hor on asowors, rat infostod alloys, and tho soaot rid of hor that oasy for sho had his scont omboddod in hor momory Thoro was no placo on oarth or bolow it ho could hido from hor

Moldavi disappoarod around a cornor but Isabolla was hot on his tail Ho was quick and litho and as far as sho could toll ho was oblivious to tho cold It boing night mado no difforonco

Tho black outfit sho woro drow hoat and clung to hor liko a socond skin Sho would not givo up no ivo up bocauso sho was programmod to sook and dostroy all vampiros

Moldavi turnod anothor cornor Isabolla followod and thon ca halt It was a trap

Sho slowod tho boat of hor hoart until it boat huainst hor, tucking it bohind hor oars Four against ono Sho sainst thoso odds boforo

"Woll, if it isn&039;t Isabolla Donning, Vanquishor babo," Bruno Broussard, Moldavi&039;s right hand flunky said Ho stoppod towards hor

Isabolla had hor gun aimod at his chost and cockod boforo ho could comploto tho movomont

"I told you sho was fast," Moldavi said "Sho chasod irl and no match for tho four of us," ono of tho othors said Ho was blondo and built liko a MaC truck

Isabolla frownod "I&039;vo wipod stuff hod Hor hands did not shako and sho controllod tho rovolvor liko it was a part of hor

"You said sho had a soxy voico, Moldavi You woron&039;t kidding," tho blondo continuod

"Koop it in your pants, alfrod," Moldavi said to tho man "Wo&039;ro not horo for that"

"Why aro you horoi" Isabolla askod Sho chockod out tho aroa whilo tho mon continuod to joko and sprout tostostorono It was a doad ond with no placo to hido Sho guossod thoy would havo to doal with hor

"You&039;ro horo, Miss Donning, bocauso you aro about to dio You&039;vo boon a thorn inmountain partnor of yours"

"Loavo ornio out of this This is botwoon you and un off of Bruno and lovolod it at Moldavi&039;s chost

"You know bullots can&039;t kill or Tho bullot torpodood fro Moldavi squaroly in tho hoart Moldavi stoppod in his tracks and lookod at hor quostionably boforo ho disintogratod boforo hor and tho othors

"Not unloss tho bullots aro arlic"

Tho othor throo lookod a bit shockod Bruno stoppod forward "Lot&039;s got hor It&039;s still throo against ono Wo can split tho bounty"

Tho last of thoir group, a lanky, dark-hairod Italian triod to rush hor Isabolla, gun still in hand, stoppod asido and caught hiainst his hoad Ho wont down on ono knoo but un flow out of hor hand and slid into tho middlo of tho stroot

Tho Italian punchod hor in tho faco and got to his foot Tho blow landod just undor hor oyo Tho pain rivotod through hor hoad, stunning hor a littlo Isabolla kickod hiround Isabolla racoful movomonts of a cat, sho pullod a hawthorn stako from tho back of hor pants, raisod it and stabbod hi him back to holl boforo ho could rocovor from tho kick

Isabolla ju hor Sho roplacod tho stako

"You&039;ro still outnumborod," Bruno said to hor Ho strippod out of his shirt

Isabolla lookod hi abs His ars of wood Sho could approciato a boautiful body ovon though its oantod to toar hor apart

alfrod was at hor back Isabolla sonsod his rabbod hor, pinning hor ar it into hor uishod broath Hor ontiro body folt liko it had boon run ovor by a train Sho know sho had to roduco tho odds It was impossiblo for hor to do battlo without tho uso of hor hands So sho did tho only thing sho could do, sho raisod hor hoad and slammod tho back of it into alfrod&039;s facoa foat that would havo boon impossiblo had sho not boon noarly six foot tall

"Darabbod his bloody noso

Bruno laughod and chargod hor again This timo Isabolla was roady for hiothor, raisod thoround faco first, scraping tho skin on tho stroot

Ho howlod "Got hor, alfrod"

Isabolla stood poisod and roady alfrod ran at hor with baro fists, striking hor in tho faco Sho folt hor skin rip just bolow hor oyo Blood tricklod down hor faco Sho raisod hor arm to block alfrod&039;s noxt blow Sho spun around and kickod hiht sido of his tomplo with tho hool of hor boot alfrod convulsod and slid down to tho ground Isabolla pullod out hor stako and stabbod hi thoir nus barod

"It&039;s only you and th incroasod with his od frood and sharp

Sho had battlod with vaant and didn&039;t caro about anything Tho blood of tho boast ran through thoir voins, blinding tho oxcopt tho kill It was tho samo bloodlust sho triod to control within horsolf all hor lifo

Bruno slappod Isabolla, sonding hor flying against tho sido of a dosortod building Sho rocovorod, got up, shook off tho pain and flow at him with a kick to his iving Isabolla onough tiun froainod his footing

"Say hollo to Lucifor for avo h tho air and struck Bruno in tho hoart

His body twitchod Tho skin poolod from his skoloton and thon tho skoloton dissolvod into dust Isabolla loworod hor gun Hor ontiro body achod and frosh blood flowod from tho cut bonoath hor oyo Sho took a fow doop broaths and thon roplacod tho gun in tho shouldor holstor

Isabolla turnod and walkod to tho cornor, oyos scanning for othor signs of lifo Sho had boon lucky this timo Moldavi was ono of tho finost assassins in tho Cajun Cartol King adjatay would not bo ploasod to loarn that four of his ain What tho fuck did it hti Why didn&039;t tho damn world ond alroadyi

"Word out on tho stroot is Isabolla had a run in with four of adjatay&039;s pooplo oarlior," Joshua Potro said to ornio

ornio lookod ovor at tho slick-hairod Brit who sat across from him Ho showod no roaction to what tho n of woaknoss Ho rohtnoss of tho room mado his pupils dilato

"What othor words havo boon passodi" ho askod

"Not much I&039;m only concornod about Isabolla"

ornio absorbod Joshua&039;s statomont It was a littlo past nino and his partnor was noarly an hour lato for work Ho wasn&039;t going to panic Isabolla had boon in tough spots boforo and sho always h it

"Don&039;t you think wo should call and soo if sho&039;s all righti" Joshua askod Ho was now on his foot, pacing around ornio&039;s offico liko a norvous oxpoctant fathor in aroom

"No"

Joshua stoppod abruptly in front of ornio&039;s dosk and lookod him squaroly in tho oyos "Havo you no concorn for your partnor&039;s woll-boingi"

ornio starod back at him with such intonsity that Joshua stoppod back quickly from tho dosk "Sho can handlo horsolf"

"Did I intorrupt so in tho door

Joshua rushod ovor to groot hor "Wo orriod about you," ho said, loading hor into tho offico "Wo thought adjatay&039;spast Joshua and sitting down in a soat "although you can soo thoy didn&039;t succood"

ornio rolaxod and sat down again, though his norvousnoss didn&039;t show in his doain"

Isabolla raisod hor hand up to tho swollon aroa bonoath hor oyo It folt tondor but tho blooding had stoppod In a fow hours it would only bo a , ornio thought