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“I see you’re still as delightful as ever, Greyson.” Sebastian smirked. Dressed in black jeans and a black sweatshirt, the vampire gave off a casual vibe. Yet as he removed his sunglasses, he revealed his intense expression. “We’ve all got a stake in this if this sitch gets screwed.”

“Thank you for blessing us with your presence, Hollywood,” Greyson said, his tone dripping in sarcasm.

Sebastian folded his sunglasses. “I have a right to be here. As do others. You’re my brothers. If Théa…if she’s doing this—”

“She is doing this,” Viktor told him. “And she’s going to die. If she’s hurt Waverly...it doesn’t matter, she’s dead anyway. Look, Bastion. I appreciate your help with this but if it gets too hard…if you can’t watch, then maybe Quint shouldn’t have told you. You can still go.”

“No, man. This is my life that’s at risk too. Fuck all if they’re trying to bring that psycho back.”

“Whatever we do tonight, I have this bad feeling that this is just the beginning. Who knows who else is out there with a hard on for the fucker?” Greyson crossed his arms over his chest.

“One step at a time, brother.” Viktor looked to Sebastian and unclipped his holster belt. He rarely carried a gun, but tonight he’d use all the weapons at his disposal. “She’ll use silver. As will we.”

“What about the witch? The half demon?” Sebastian asked.

“I made a judgement call. Thorn wants nothing to do with this mess. And Ilsbeth is taking another shot at getting her shit straight. She can’t risk…no, I can’t risk the responsibility of her getting sucked back into Hell.” Viktor looked to Rafe. Regardless of his feelings about the witch, his child might need her. “The four of us are enough to take her out. She might be able to dematerialize, but our energy will slow her down. Gonna suck it from the air, baby.”

“Rafe?” Viktor turned to the wolf, that barked in response. “Don’t take any risks. This is your first battle since you’ve turned. I know you’re comfortable as wolf but you’re vampire now. Remember that. If you want more power, flip to vamp and tear out their necks, drink the blood.”

“Goddess, I fuckin hate this shit. None of you motherfuckers better die,” Greyson warned. “Let’s make this quick. I’ve got a late-night date. She’s all about a fuck and a fang.”

“You’ll keep that date,” Viktor promised. “Now let’s go kill Théa and get Waverly.”

Viktor materialized upon the edge of the ruins. On alert, he scanned the area. As if they’d flashed to a different realm, flames shot up from the cracked scorched earth. In the distance, upon a slab of ruins, Théa waited for him.

He looked to Greyson, speaking to him telepathically. Do you sense the humans?

Greyson nodded. I smell them. Must be at least forty or fifty. Bitch must have flashed them all in.

Viktor sniffed the acrid air, her faint sweet scent called to him. Waverly. She’s here. Up there. A wall of fire separated them but no matter how hard Théa attempted to keep him from his love, she’d fail.

You okay Bastion? Greyson exchanged a look with Viktor.

Yeah. It’s just been a long time. That’s definitely her. Sebastian stared into the distance.

Don’t get in my way, Bastion. You can distract her, but Théa is mine to kill. Okay, folks. Let’s get it. Viktor gave a nod to Greyson and flashed.

“Don’t even think about it, dear brother,” Théa warned as Viktor materialized near the ruins.

Viktor steeled the white-hot rage that seized him as he caught sight of Waverly. She lay motionless on the ground, blood splattered over her nearly nude body. Her dull eyes stared into the darkness, her face drenched in blood.

“Don’t touch her,” Viktor yelled.

Wearing a black hooded robe, Théa lifted her gaze and shot him an icy smile. “You’re outnumbered. We are blessed by Father.”

“Let her go. She has nothing to do with this.” Viktor bared his fangs.

Naked, Adam stood over Waverly with a sword to her throat. He spat onto her stomach and stroked his dick.

“What the fuck are you doing? Get away from her!” Viktor demanded. He took a slow deliberate step toward them.

“Ah, ah, ah…” Théa whistled, and Adam responded, stabbing the tip of the blade into Waverly’s neck. Blood trickled down her grey-hued skin.

“Leave her alone or—” Viktor began.

“This is all in your honor, dear brother.” Her eyes lit with a whitish glow, emotion draining from her face. Hooded, with guns slung across their shoulders, her human soldiers emerged from the shadows.

“Brother Viktor, look at what I’ve accomplished. These humans. They work for me now. They are committed to the way of the vampire. They worship us. This is the natural order of things. They exist for our kind.”