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Zane pushed to his feet. “That the best you’ve got?” His shoulder had been dislocated. No big deal. He was also pretty sure that the back of his head was bleeding. Still, he was walking, and he was ready for his turn to attack.
Davey stared back at him. “You can’t beat me.”
He was pretty sure he could. “I’d say I have a fifty-fifty shot.” More, because Jude was starting to push to his knees. Can’t keep a good shifter down.
“Marcus wasn’t the first.” Davey spit on the ground. “And Laura wasn’t the first transference psychic we found, either. Our first psychic didn’t last as long, though, but Donna did manage to steal a Born Master’s youth for me.”
Zane kept his face blank. Born Masters were the vampires who were born with the immortal power already locked within them. Then they hit their late teens or early twenties and stopped aging. If that little bastard had really managed to steal a Born Master’s youth… “How the hell old are you really, Davey?”
“Forty-eight.” Davey licked his lips. “I look damn good, don’t I? Of course, Donna didn’t look as good. The psychics can be weak sometimes, you know. They take the full hit of the power. That blast can be hell on a human.”
Jana stood behind Davey. Zane saw that the red in her eyes had darkened even more. Charging. Beth hadn’t permanently stolen her power. Those odds of kicking Davey’s ass were looking better and better.
“What happened to Donna?” Zane asked, trying to keep Davey focused on him.
A little shrug. “Let’s just say she got a little too young. Her body couldn’t handle things. I stole what I could from her before she, ah, before the end came for her.”
Shit. “So after Donna, you lucked out and found Laura.”
“Luck had nothing do with it.” His gaze darted to Jude. The shifter was still on his knees, with his head down. “It took us months to find her and?—”
Zane attacked. He shoved his psychic energy right at Davey, blasting as hard as he could. This time, Davey was the one to fly through the air. He flew into the window on the side of the building, smashing glass and disappearing inside.
Zane ran forward and grabbed Jana’s arm. “Get the hell out of here,” he told her. “Run. Find Dee. You’ve got to get away!”
Shards of glass flew into his arms and back. Swearing, he shielded Jana as the glass flew. The sharp edges embedded in his skin and dug deep.
“She’s not getting away.” Davey’s voice was darker. Harder. He climbed from the broken window, knocking glass off his shoulders. “She betrayed Perseus, and that bitch is dying tonight.”
“Zane,” Jana breathed his name and her fingertips pressed against him. Even through the clothing, he could feel the heat of her skin. Come on, baby, burn.
“Why does she matter?” Zane yelled at Davey. “You took her power away. She’s not a threat to you.”
“No.” A fast agreement. “She’s not. Now she’s just easy prey.”
“I thought you didn’t hurt humans!” Sick freak. Zane concentrated and the glass shards slipped from his body—and then they flew right at Davey. They hit the demon in the face.
Davey howled.
“Run, Jana!” Zane launched forward. He heard the snap and crunch of bones. Jude was transforming. When Jude shifted, he’d be a white tiger, and they’d tear the demon apart. This fight was ending.
He reached out, his hands ready to rip into Davey.
The demon disappeared. Zane grabbed only air. What?
Laughter teased his ears and a chill skated down his spine.
“The second Other I drained was a djinn. Those djinns can move fast. So fast.”
So fast it seemed they vanished into thin air.
Turning slowly, Zane locked eyes on Davey. The bastard had Jana again.
A faint smile twisted Davey’s lips. “Just so you know, she wasn’t running away. She was running after you. Kind of sweet, hmmm?” He held up his claws. “You know I got these from my last transfer. One slice. That’s all it will take, and everyone will know that you don’t fuck with Perseus.”
“Don’t.” The word was bitten out, and it was directed at the poised tiger, not at Davey. Because Jude had shifted completely now, and if he attacked, then Jana would be dead. Davey would take her out even as the tiger attacked him.
“Doesn’t matter,” Davey said, his grin stretching so wide. “She’s still dead.”
