My name is bellowed, so I turn to see Winger charging in my direction, but he is not running fast enough; it’s like he is running through quicksand.
A pain hits my shoulder, then Delaney’s face flashes through my mind, her smiling down at me, her hand cupping my face, her eyes golden like a pot of honey.
Gold? Her eyes are violet.
Realization hits me, and I come out of whatever fucking spell the Fury cunts were chanting. A deep throaty snarl rips from me. I wrap my fist around the hand holding the dagger and twist her wrist, plunging the dagger into her heart.
Her eyes flash wide, before an ear-splitting screech leaves her lips, followed by her sisters.
“NOOOOOO,” they cry. “Lyra.”
The room shakes with their fury, as the remaining vampires flee for their lives.
“You will die by our hands, bloodsucker. So will all of your loved ones,” they say in sync.
“Do your fucking worst.” I shrug, pushing their sister to the floor, keeping the dagger in my hand.
Inspecting it, I bob my head from side to side.
“This is a wicked blade.”
“Lyra’s blood is on your hands. Watch your back, bloodsucker,” one says.
I shrug. “I do not need to watch my back, bitches; my brothers will do that for me.”
“Fool. The one you love will fall at our feet,” they warn before vanishing.
My already cold blood turns to ice in my veins at the thought of them hurting Delaney.
Fuck, did I just put a target on her back? I shake my head. No, they could not know about Delaney; we are not bonded.
A hand grips my shoulder, wrenching me back.
“What the fuck did I say? No killing the Furies,” Winger growls at me, blood splattered on his face.
Rage and disappointment roll in his eyes, and guilt hits my chest.
“She came at me, Pres; was I supposed to let her kill me?”
He scoffs. “You can’t be killed, remember?” He throws my words back at me.
“You could have just knocked her out or something, brother.” Camo appears at our sides.
“Maybe. You would have all done the same if she came at you with a fucking dagger.”
“This fucking stunt you have just pulled now has the club on their radar. They are cruel and fucking vindictive, brother. Fuck knows what they plan to do to us.”
Halen steps up. “They threatened his loved one.”
My gaze snaps to him, and he shrugs, holding his hands up in a surrender motion.
“I am just saying. You fucked up, Thor.”
“Maybe this will make him step up,” comes from Shift.
Now it is Camo who scoffs.
“I do not want him for Delaney if he has to be forced to claim her. She is better than that.” Anger coats his voice as he stares at me with so much fucking aggression.
