Page 85 of Viktor

“Waverly, let’s go,” he yelled as he swung open the driver’s door.

She released a bloodcurdling scream as she looked down to the ground at a dead body sprawled on the pavement. Blood oozed from his mouth, his eyes wide open in horror. “The driver. He’s de—”

“Get. In!” Rafe’s order shook her, and she tumbled into the car, shimmying over into the passenger seat.

“No, we can’t leave,” she told him as he slid the car into gear. “We can’t leave them.”

“Viktor’s in the back. Greyson too.” Rafe slammed his foot on the gas.

“What? How?” Waverly reached for the dash, bracing herself as the limo surged forward, squealing out of the parking lot and onto the street.

“Whatever was in the powder had silver in it,” Rafe told her. “It’s poison. Luckily, I was able to get out, shift and heal.”

“Adam said it was some kind of security system designed to keep supernaturals out. Open the privacy window. Let me back. I’ve got to get it off them.”

Rafe tapped at the dashboard touch screen. As the partition retracted, Waverly slid through the window into the back of the limo.

“My cell phone is somewhere in the car,” he yelled back to her. “I need you to find it and throw it up to me so I can send the pilots a text. Gotta lift off as soon as we hit the tarmac.”

“Viktor!” Waverly fumbled in the dark for several seconds until Rafe flicked on the lights. “Oh God!”

“They’re going to be all right,” Rafe called back to her. “Get their clothes off and toss them out the window. Don’t forget their phones.”

Tears filled her eyes as Waverly reached for Viktor. She brushed the sticky grey powder off his face and pressed her lips to his. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

“You’ll have time later. Get it off him,” Rafe instructed.

“Yes, yes.” She wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand and focused on her task, removing their clothes.

“Oh God,” she exclaimed, realizing the dust had settled all over her jacket. Waverly stripped down to her underwear and continued to brush small particles from Viktor’s hair.

“I can’t get all of it off. They need to shower.” Panic stabbed through her. “Why aren’t they waking up? What’s happening to them?”

“It’s going to be okay.”

“Why are they like this, but you’re fine? You’re vampire too.”

“I don’t know. I’ve got mixed blood so maybe it didn’t affect me as much. I shifted. The shit stung like a motherfucker. They tried capturing me but I’m fast as fuck now.”

“Humans?” she asked.

“Vampires. A couple of humans took out the limo driver. I don’t know who else might have been there.”

“Where’s the fleam? The handle?” she asked.

“Everything’s back there.”

“How far to the airport?”

“We’re almost there,” he promised. “It’s right up here. It’s a private airstrip.”

“Why isn’t he waking up?” Waverly cradled Viktor’s head onto her chest, stroking his face. “Please wake up.”

“Okay here we go,” Rafe warned.

Relief washed over Waverly as they pulled into the airport, the guard waving them onto the tarmac. As the car rolled to a stop, she reached for the door handle and shoved the door open. Attendants rushed the car, reaching for both Viktor and Greyson.

“I’ve got the box,” Rafe told her.