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“Do you realize we could have avoided confrontations with you flying instead of those awkward hall pretend seductions?” she shouted in the wind.
“You liked them.”
She bit back a smile. “No, I didn’t.”
“The hall confrontations were more believable. No one would believe we are having sex in the sky.”
There was a brief moment of her speculating how that would look before she forced her mind to the present.
“What does red mean?”
“It means there’s an emergency. It means they can’t send one of their servants, and they are asking for help.”
And they were there soon enough, landing inside a window in House Chatterley’s domain. But no servant or guard met their arrival, and a weird vibe fluttered in her senses. She took Nate’s hand and cajoled him to slow down, then bit back a gasp when he was the one hauling her out of sight.
They lurked in a corner, moving forward with painstaking silence. His nostrils flared at the streaks of blood on the wall, and she knew the smell must have been so stark. When a muffled scream pierced the air, Nate blurred and was gone, leaving her to grasp around the darkness until she stumbled into an empty hall. It wasn’t empty for long as Rebekah came running…no, limping while she dragged unconscious humans in servant uniforms with her.
Winter jumped on the scene, taking one of the women. “Tell me where we are going.”
With a nod, Rebekah led the way, and the two continued dragging the group until they found conscious servants huddled in a corner, protecting a secret room. Once deposited, Rebekah and Winter were on the move. Winter blinked at the club handed her way, heavy and laden with gold.
“Smash hard if someone comes swooping.”
A second later, a shadow swooped towards them after crawling from a ceiling. But Rebekah’s nails were ready, clawing at the incoming attack before the two wrestled it out on the floor. There was a crack, some ripping, then the creature was limp on the ground. At the buzz of hunger behind her, Winter’s instincts kicked in as she whirled, smacking the club into the face of the hurling vampire with red eyes. Rebekah finished him off with an aggressive kick.
“Impressive, Winter.”
Crashing sounds from another hall had them racing. But Rebekah’s hand on her arm stopped her as they both stayed out of sight and watched the one before them.
“Which house are you from?”
The vampire grunted, even when Matthew let loose of his hold. Red orbs beamed with a fury that defied surrender as the vampire kicked and thrashed around, then got enough surge of strength to whip their positions around until Matthew was the one being choked. Rebekah bristled, but Winter’s hand snapped out to stop her when another surge came in the form of brute force, knocking the vampire to the ground.
Gangly and haggard, the vampire was no match for Nate and was bloodied by the time Nate was done.
“He asked you a question, Rupert, but I think the better question is why you are violating the rules we have in Ostrov Krov. Perhaps you should get a brush-up and ask your father what the punishment is for those who kill humans for sport.”
“It wasn’t for sport! His humans scratched us, and needed to pay the price.”
“Turn around. Clear your head, and we will deal with this tomorrow.”
Another grunt as the vampire turned around—then spun back so fast, claws reaching for Nate and Matthew. But Nate was no longer there but flying in the air. A second later, he landed on the vampire, gray eyes glowing.
“You will forget that I was here. You will be filled with guilt and terror and will confess your sins when you wake up.”
Cracking sounds filled the air as bones were smashed. Winter forced herself to look away, but she could only stare at the sinister force of life halted with so much precision.
Vampires need to either have their heads cut off or their hearts ripped out to die. Broken bones and wounds can regenerate, depending on how shattered the bones are, but the former can take longer to heal, and the vampire will be incapacitated in the meantime.
The gentle hand on her back had Winter finally glancing at Rebekah, who was watching her carefully. Quietly, they made their way to the two men.
“It’s a hunt,” Matthew was saying, expression grim and multiple wounds covering his face and body. “They found a few of our servants and wouldn’t take no for an answer. The secret blood parties are getting out of control. There are a few running now.”
“I know.”
“Thank you for coming. We were overwhelmed earlier and didn’t think we could rescue our remaining servants. It was crazy. They were so focused on the kill and wouldn’t listen anymore.”
Winter shivered at the shadow that crossed Nate’s face.
