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“Ennis? S’il vous plaît? May you tell me how the road it goes to Ennis?”
“I’m not sure. I’m not from around here myself. I can look at the map.” Glenna watched the woman’s eyes as she held out a hand for it—her fingertips on her side of the door. “I’m Glenna. Je suis Glenna.”
“Ah, oui. Je m’apelle Lora. I am in holiday, a student.”
“That’s nice.”
“The rain.” Lora held out a hand so rain drops splattered it. “I am lost in it, I think.”
“Could happen to anyone. Let’s have a look at your map, Lora. Are you by yourself?”
“Pardon?”
“Alone? Are you alone?”
“Oui. Mes amies—my friends—I have friends in Ennis, but I turn bad. Wrong?”
Oh no, Glenna thought. I really don’t think so. “I’m surprised you could see the house from the main road. We’re so far back.”
“Sorry?”
Glenna smiled brilliantly. “I bet you’d like to come in, have a nice cup of tea while we figure out your route.” She saw the light come into the blonde’s baby blue eyes. “But you can’t, can you? Just can’t step through the door.”
“Je ne comprendrez pas.”
“Bet you do, but in case my Spidey sense is off today, you need to go back to the main road, turn left. Left,” she repeated and started to gesture.
King’s shout behind her had her spinning around. Her hair swung, the tips of it going beyond the doorway. There was an explosion of pain as her hair was viciously yanked, as her body flew out of the house and hit the ground with a bone-wracking thud.
There were two more, and they came out of nowhere. Instinct had Glenna reaching for her cross with one hand, kicking out blindly with her feet. Movement was a blur, and she tasted blood in her mouth. She saw King slicing at one with a knife, holding it off while he shouted at her to get up, to get into the house.
She stumbled to her feet in time to see them surround him, closing in. She heard herself screaming, and thought—hoped—she heard answering shouts from the house. But they would
be too late. The vampires were on King like dogs.
“French bitch,” Glenna spat out, and charged the blonde.
Her fist cracked bone, and there was satisfaction in that, and the sudden spurt of blood. Then she was once more hurdling back, and this time when she hit, her vision went gray.
She felt herself being dragged, struggled. It was Moira’s voice buzzing in her ear.
“I have you. I have you. You’re back inside. Lie still.”
“No. King. They’ve got King.”
Moira was already dashing out, dagger drawn. As Glenna pushed herself up, Larkin vaulted over her and through the door.
Glenna gained her knees, then swayed to her feet. Sickness burned its acrid taste at the base of her throat as she once more stumbled to the door.
So fast, she thought dully, how could anything move that fast? As Moira and Larkin gave chase, they bundled the still struggling King into a black van. They were gone before she got out of the house.
Larkin’s body shimmered, shuddered, and became a cougar. The cat flashed after the van and out of sight.
Glenna went to her knees on the wet grass, and retched.
“Get inside.” Hoyt grabbed her arm with his free hand. In his other was a sword. “Inside the house. Glenna, Moira, get inside.”
“It’s too late,” Glenna cried, while tears of horror spilled out of her eyes. “They have King.” She looked up, saw Cian standing behind Hoyt. “They took him. They took King.”
