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Uziah grunts.
The wolf prowls closer.
It looks intent on finishing off the vampire, but before it gets close enough, Uziah jumps up, snatching the blade free from his own chest and pointing it at Kendall’s throat.
I shove her aside at the same moment the wolf plows into the vampire from behind. The blade he held clatters to the ground. I pick it up, closing the distance to where Uziah is attempting to scramble to his feet again. With both hands gripping the hilt, I shove it through his heart and twist.
Uziah falls again, and the wolf is there with claws and fangs, ripping out the vampire’s heart.
I watch in silence, rage and relief coursing through me.
Kendall comes up beside me and gently takes the blade from my hands. The calm look she wears feels reassuring, as if she’s the one comforting me. “Nice work, sis.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Great question, and I’d love to tell that story, but it’s not over yet. You have any of that vine magic left in you?”
“Plenty,” I assure her.
“Show me.”
I turn with her to meet the last of Maricha’s soldiers. Kendall cuts through them with her knife, and I drag them off with my vines until the wolf rips them apart.
Between us, every last vampire falls.
When we’re done, I look over to see the wolf already prowling toward Legion’s cell where Maricha stands over him. He’s back in his human form but he’s no longer fighting her.
My heart lurches and I study the demon bitch, already planning how I’ll kill her.
Kendall stops me. “Is that?—”
“His mother,” I tell her.
“Wow.”
“And the wolf?” I ask.
“Klyn.”
I nod, glad to have an ally like him in this moment. But I’m not sure it’ll matter.
“You’re all dead.” Maricha’s words are twisted with hate.
“Let him go and you can have me,” I tell her.
“Take him. My work here is done.” Her smug smile is pure evil.
I take a step toward her but Kendall blocks my way.
Legion groans but doesn’t move. Maricha stands over him, murder in her eyes and in the whispered words she continues to utter, as if her grip on him depends on her continuous effort.
“She laces her knives with dark curses,” I explain.
“I know,” Kendall says, her eyes locked on Maricha.
Klyn merely stalks to meet her, his fur standing on end as he bares his teeth at the demon. Kendall grabs my hand and tugs me to follow Klyn.
“Come on,” she says.
