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Darien got out of the pool, water splashing—
Bullets popped through the upper floors. Monsters shrieked. Bodies fell, and they had no idea who or what they were.
“Shit. Fuck.” Darien’s eyes swept around the room. It was clear that he was torn on what to do, where to go, who to help. Loren could almost see the question flashing in his mind: Stay down here and stop the monsters from getting into the house, or go upstairs and help the others?
“ITZEL!” Darien thundered. More creatures charged inside, and Darien felled them with more waves of his magic. “We need you to get the spells back on!”
Loren heard Itzel’s frightened voice chattering from one of the upper floors. Her tiny words were saying, I don’t know how.
“She says she doesn’t know how,” Loren said.
Darien’s head whipped her way. “What?”
Loren’s face smoothed with surprise that mirrored Darien’s.
“You can understand her?” Darien breathed.
“White eyes are normal and this isn’t?” she shrieked. Gods, just how much had they not bothered to tell her?
But there was no time to think about it further, because the lights in the house came on and started flickering. The flashing was so fast and so intense, it was worse than steady darkness. It changed from blinding brightness to blinding darkness, blinding brightness to blinding darkness.
And every time the lights came on, more monsters appeared.
Lights out.
Lights on.
Lights out.
Lights on.
The monsters were coming, their every move lit up with flashes of light that made it look like a movie constantly put on pause.
Darien’s power cut into them without fail, his eyes blacker than the night outside, but there were too many for him. And every time the power went out and came back on, more appeared—getting closer every time.
The next time the lights came on, Loren thought she saw someone else in the room. More people.
Darien grabbed her arm, pulling her down to the floor with him and narrowly avoiding an attack. “Stay down!”
She did as he said.
Darien got back up—
Loren shouted out a warning as a monster with leathery wings collided with him, and he slammed into the ground.
The winged, vampiric creature picked Shay up with a hand to the throat.
So beautiful, the thing crooned, a black, scaly tongue lashing out of its hideous mouth. So juicy.
“Shay!” Roman’s voice was a furious roar. She heard bones snapping, heard bodies being whipped like sandbags into the wall as Roman used his magic like a battering ram, fighting his way to her.
Shay couldn’t breathe.
The monster’s forked tongue flicked out again between rows of razor-sharp teeth—
And licked up the column of her throat.
Shay’s stomach quaked, her limbs turning to jelly.
