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“Spade and Gomez.”
Bile rose. The taste of blood—way too strong in her mouth. Monster. I’ve become just like them.
“Spade was DOA. His throat had been ripped open.”
“Fuck.” A snarl from Simon and suddenly he was there, wrapping his uninjured arm around her and holding her close.
“Gomez is en route to the hospital, but he’s bad. Real bad.” Tony inhaled. His fingers brushed over her wrist, over the pulse that raced too fast. “Looks like the vamps jumped them all right after they left Night Watch.”
There would have been too many hunters inside. The vamps wouldn’t have been stupid enough to risk a fight like that. So they’d hid in the shadows. Struck in a weak moment.
“This isn’t your fault,” Simon told her, voice hard. But even before Tony’s lips parted, she knew he’d prove Simon’s words a lie.
“They left Gomez alive so that he could deliver a message.”
She kept her chin up. Kept her shoulders back.
Leo—crazy screwed-up bastard—started to laugh again. So much for her blood helping him. “What message?” she asked.
Tony’s lips thinned.
“Tell me!”
“The message is that you’re next, Dee. The blood will keep pouring in the streets, and they’re coming after you.”
She took the blow. Took it, even as her stare darted to Simon’s tense face. “They knew the first fire attack wasn’t successful.” Knew she’d still been living while the vamps hit the ground. “How?”
His fangs were out. “Because word travels fast in this town and his men—” He spared a glance at Tony. “Know more about this city than he thinks.”
A leak. No, a spy. One who reported to Grim’s vampires. One who wanted that sweet promise of immortality?
Why did everyone want to live forever?
“I’m going to the scene,” Tony said, “and I’ll see if I can figure out just what we’re up against.”
Easy. A Born Master and his gang of bloodsuckers. Guys who liked to drink, drain, and torture for fun.
“Harper, Post,” he fired at the two charmers. “Watch this freak.”
“Run, little vampire,” Leo murmured. “Run fast. Grim’s coming for you, and he won’t stop until he has your head.”
She glanced back at the prick.
But found sadness in his eyes. Gray eyes now, not black. “Even being Born won’t save you,” he told her. “Run, while you can.”
Chapter Eleven
They needed sanctuary, and they needed it fast.
Simon and Dee ran down the deserted streets in the heart of the city. Pink strands of light crept across the sky. Dawn would be there soon.
He needed to crash. Needed the healing sleep that would come. So did Dee. And with her fresh wound, she’d need blood. Mine.
The cop bastard had gone off to investigate the attack, ordering them to stay away.
Not much choice. For now.
“Here,” Dee said, and Simon stopped in front of an all too familiar bar. No, no way were they going to seek shelter from?—
