Page 30 (1/2)

Dee’s head fell back against Simon’s shoulder as he turned to face the mouth of the alley The exit that was blocked by easily half a dozen va bait Lure Should have known

Stupid fking rookieSi in the shadows

Simon

She tried to speak, but choked on her own blood

One of the varabbed Ian “Thanks for the tip, assle” The vamp yanked Ian’s neck to the side and sank his teeth deep

We die tonight

Ian’s gaze pinned her “Ready?” His lips moved in a near soundless whisper

No

“Give us the bitch!” A vamp spat at Simon “Hurry, before she—”

“You won’t touch her You Won’t Touch Her!”

Huh Sounded like he cared Lying bastard

The dru of her heart didn’t echo in her ears any No, I’m still here! I can still think, still—

So very dark

But she could hear the snarls The va she could do

This is the way it ends

Hello, Death

Ian, you bastard, I’d better not see your sorry ass in the afterlife

Chapter 8

Siht Watch His arhtly around Dee’s limp body and blood dripped on the floor around him

Her blood and his

He’d had to bite and claw his way through that gang of vampires He’d taken as many of thehting hadn’t been an option Not with Dee bleeding out all around hiht the blood in the air because Jude Donovan cauards who had their weapons up, but who stared ide, shocked eyes at Dee’s prone body

Donovan shoved one of the guards out of his way “What the fk—”

Sihtened around Dee She was so damn still

Donovan’s hands reached for her Sier shifter take her away No choice The va for hiet much safer than a hunters’ den

Her lashes cast dark shadows on her cheeks Such pale cheeks

“Pak!” Donovan bellowed

One of the guards ran behind the shifter, grabbed a phone, and iood,” Sirim “Doctors can’t help her now”

Donovan looked up, his teeth lengthening, his nostrils flaring “What did you do?”

Ah, now there was the probleers down Dee’s cheeks “Not a daer chilled as she’d been in that alley

Life, not death

Why was it so hard for people to understand?

Footsteps thudded down the hallway More hunters, co to the aid of their fallen friend

His thumb brushed over her lips Those soft lips were stained red with her blood

Simon dropped his hand “Tell Dee…tell her I didn’t do a da”

Pak rounded the corner Maybe he’d heard the shifter’s bellow or ered to a stop at the sight of a limp Dee in Donovan’s arms