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“Yeah, there’s the rub.” I lift my fingers to my temples. “It’s a lot to consider, and with the Wild Hunt trying to crash through the veil, there’s no time to think it throu?—”
Screams come from behind us, and we all leap up, turning in the direction of the terrified sound.
“It’s too soon for another attack, right?” Uncertainty pinches Savannah’s brow.
“Do you hear beeping?” Marc cocks his head toward our parked SUVs.
“Shit.” The surrounding cops remain frozen with panic and fear.
“Fucking hell.” Purple magic bursts to life from Savannah’s tattoos. “At what point do we allow survival of the fittest to take the wheel?”
“Not today.” I raise my voice. “Find anything iron, and don’t let the beast touch you!”
That gets them stirring as I race through the gate. Marc joins me, and fire blazes to life in his hands. He grasps one of the wrought iron bars at the top and bottom, wrenching it free. He tosses it to me, and I fumble to catch it before realizing it’s not hot.
With a nod, I rush toward the shouts while he pulls off more weapons for the others.
As I run up the lawn, officers bolt past, fear wild in their eyes.
Then Bailey comes barreling around the side of the house, a black dog on his heels, red eyes burning in the night. He sees me and changes course, racing straight for me.
I move to intercept. “Get behind me!”
My former captain shows no qualms in using me as a shield, putting my body in the path between him and the snarling beast.
Heart pounding, I brace for impact and swing. Please don’t let it be only the salt that worked.
The wrought iron bar connects, but instead of banishing the creature, it cracks into ribs and flesh, knocking it to the side.
In the back of my mind, a piece of trivia floats to the surface about how wrought iron is lower in carbon compared to iron.
Shit.
As the beast scrambles back to its feet, I raise the weapon again. It still hurts the monster, even if it doesn’t banish it.
“Stay behind me!” I look over my shoulder only to see Bailey booking ass for the police vehicles.
The black dog’s head whips toward him, and with a blood-chilling howl, it takes off after him.
I give chase, swiping at the creature’s flank, but miss. “The wrought iron doesn’t work! Marc, we need fire!”
Bailey makes it past the remains of the gate and Savannah steps into the monster’s path, swinging like a baseball player at the plate. Her piece of metal lifts the black dog off the ground, and Trent moves in, slamming his bar down on the thing’s skull.
It thuds to the lawn at the same moment I reach them and slam my bar through its back, pinning it in place.
And still, it tries to get back up, its burning eyes fixed on Bailey.
Marc strides forward, fire spilling from his hands to engulf the deadly monster, and within seconds, only smoke and melted metal remain.
My chest heaves as I stare toward Bailey. “I guess we know who the next sacrificial target will be.”
burn room
- Darius -
As I rush through the portal to the Conservatory, the icy chill of Merri’s limp form in my arms numbs me against the tingles of magic.
I could only crack through the shell of ice encasing her before we needed to leave the crime scene, and each passing second fills me fear that my lady won’t come back from this.
