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Merick threw his head back and laughed. “Look at the dog talking back! Didn’t I teach you well enough earlier? Or maybe you need a refresher?”
Haven moved then, standing in front of Cy to block him from Merick’s direct path.
Merick’s smile grew. “How romantic. A vampyre protecting his human lover. Has no one told you how fragile humans are, Haven? They break so easily. I suppose I’ll have to educate you on that as well.”
Cy knew immediately there was no getting out of this without violence. If they were to survive, they needed to kill Merick. Or Merick would go back to the council and implicate Haven. But not before doing horrible things to them both in the process.
Merick’s white teeth flashed, and then he lunged for Cy.
Without hesitation, Haven threw himself in between them, meeting Merick head-on. They scrambled until Merick knocked Haven to the floor, his sharp fingernails drawing a bloody slice across Haven’s chest. As Haven struggled to regain his feet, Merick tore toward Cy.
Ducking away to escape Merick’s grasping claws, Cy searched desperately for a weapon he could use to help Haven. To protect him.
Too late. Merick slammed into him, knocking him to his back on the ground. Cy brought his arm up to protect his neck, only barely keeping those fangs from touching his skin. Merick smiled down at him, grinding his groin against Cy’s hips.
“Perhaps I’ll have you right here in front of the prettyprince. And then I’ll have him. He’ll get to watch your body bleed out while I take him.”
Haven darted forward, crashing into Merick and shoving him off Cy. They tumbled back to the floor, Haven wasting no time baring his teeth to go for Merick’s neck. As Cy’s eyes scanned their writhing bodies, he noticed a dagger glimmering on Merick’s belt. Like a beacon, it radiated possibility. Cy leapt for it.
Merick caught Cy’s arm with one hand and shoved Haven away with the other. He was strong. So much stronger than Haven. How was it possible? As Haven landed hard on the stones, Merick whirled on Cy once more.
“You really thought this pathetic newborn could overcome me? Look at him! He’s an infant.”
Struggling to get to his feet, Haven wiped a trail of blood from his mouth. “Don’t touch him,” he hissed.
“Oh, but I already have. In so many ways.” Merick wrenched Cy forward by his wrist, his tight grip threatening to break every bone beneath his skin. With a forceful tug, Merick pulled Cy against his chest and dug his teeth into Cy’s neck.
There were no words to describe what being drunk from felt like. It was like being filled and being diminished. Like absolute pleasure mixed with pain. Cy felt his knees give way as he unwillingly collapsed against Merick.
“Let him go!” Haven tore toward them.
At the same time, Cy grasped the dagger at Merick’s belt and wrenched it free. Slashing blindly, he felt the blade tear skin, and Merick stumbled back, grasping at his arm. It was torn open, dripping blood, staining the torn sleeve of his white jacket.
Haven came to stand in front of Cy once more, panting. Across from them, Merick still wore that feral smile. “Clever little human. Using my own blade against me. Hand it over now. Or I’ll tear your vampyre apart.”
“You think you can?” Haven growled.
“I’ll leave your face pretty for Thorne. But I can’t promise anything else.”
Again, they clashed. Cy could only watch, pacing the fray, the dagger clenched tight in his hands. If he were smarter, he would have left them there to kill each other and seek out another way to escape. But he couldn’t leave Haven. Not after that kiss.
“Cypress, go!” Haven yelled.
A moment later, Merick bit down into his neck and tore a chunk of flesh away. Haven sputtered and choked, blood pooling on his lips and pouring from the gaping wound to his throat. It would have been a fatal wound if Haven were human. But as it was, Haven would only suffer while the wound healed. He slammed both hands over it to cease the blood flow, but Merick caught his arms and pinned them above his head.
Merick bent to bite again. And Cy dove. He ran the dagger through Merick’s neck, shoving the blade all the way through to the other side. Blood spat out from the gaping wound, staining Haven’s face below him as Merick released his hold on the other vampyre and clutched at his own throat.
It wasn’t enough.
Merick rose to his feet, glaring at Cy. As Cy lunged to deliver another swipe, Merick grasped the dagger despite the blade that dug into his palm and attempted to wrench it from Cy’s grasp. He was strong, so much stronger. But Cy had been made for this. Baring his teeth, he tightened his grip.
Merick slammed him against the wall, so his head smacked hard against the stone. He felt a wet warmth trickle from his crown. Merick choked, raining blood and spittle over Cy’s face. Already, the wound to his neck was sealing itself shut. Soon, it would be completely healed.
Cy roared in anger, using all his strength to wrench the dagger free.
Another knife slammed through the back of Merick’s head, protruding from his eye socket. Again, flesh and blood shot over Cy’s front. He blinked to clear the debris from his vision.
Haven stood behind Merick, panting. He twisted the blade still embedded in Merick’s skull before tearing it out forcefully and using it to slice one side of his neck from his body. Merick’s head lolled forward, hanging by a mere thread of flesh as his arms slackened and fell away.
