I feel a cold touch on my arm, the hairs standing up.
“I will protect you as much as I can, Del,” comes from Izzy.
Offering her a weak smile, I step behind the bar. Customers cheer and call out to me, drawing attention my way.
Oh, fuck.
My body tingles, my blood feels hot, and I know what that means.
“The men are here,” I say to Winger. “I can feel Thorin.”
He nods, standing guard over me like a hellhound. With my heart racing in my chest, my palms sweaty, I shake in fear.
“Fuck,” Winger mutters, pulling a gun from the waistband of his jeans.
“What?” He doesn’t answer, so I tug on his jeans. “What? Winger, you can’t fucking do this. What made you swear?” He doesn’t have the time to answer before all hell breaks loose.
Winger leaves me, no doubt to help Lance fight. Knowing some of the clients who come into the club, I know that they will not hesitate to jump in and help Winger and Oryn.
Screams replace the loud music. I scream when a chair hits the back of the bar, glass and mirror exploding from the impact. My hands go to my ears, the noise hurting. The sounds of things being thrown are mixed with the muffled sounds of fighting.
The scent of smoke and ash fills the air, so I know the men are killing vampires.
“DELANEY.” My name is roared, making my skin tingle.
“THORIN,” I call to my man.
I stand up to get his attention. I can feel his worry and fear through our bond; we may not be fully bonded, but we still feel the pull and the connection.
Scanning the room, I see him moving through the room, slamming a wooden stake into the hearts of vampires while trying to get to me. I spot the brothers also killing and fighting vampires, but also some other supernatural beings.
It is like a blood bath: savage and full of death. The Furies did this; they caused so much hate and revenge. They were a bunch of bitches who liked to hurt men simply for being men.
Thorin’s eyes flash wide as I feel a hand on my wrist. I am spun around, only to come face-to-face with the last living Fury.
Her smile makes my stomach roll and heart race.
Her hair is dirty, greasy, hanging straight, some over her chest. Her clothes are black lace and look dusty.
Pointing a bloody nail at me, she speaks. “That bloodsucker killed my sisters. He brought all this death and violence to you, Delaney Soloman.” She tuts and looks over her shoulder, raising her hand up.
A bolt of blue energy beams from her palm, and the room slows down. With wide eyes, I watch as Thorin’s face morphs into pure vampire rage as he tries to fight the spell.
His teeth and fangs are bared and his eyes are black, something I have never seen before.
“That abomination killed both of my sisters.”
My fear fades as I tap into Thorin’s anger and rage, hearing her say shit about my man.
“He is an abomination? Bitch, have you looked in the mirror?” I scoff.
She growls at me, and I inch back, seeing her eyes go black. Stepping forward, she smiles.
“I lost my beloved sisters. Now he will lose you.” I see it too late.
Pain slices through my arm, and I look down to see blood seeping from a three-inch wound on my forearm.
“Fuck.” I slap my right hand over the wound, blood seeping from between my fingers.
