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Damn it, Declan!
“Stay back!” she yelled at the men, yet every one of them ignored her, coming in closer to the center of the road where the heaviest fighting was taking place.
Declan, Caden, and Travis were backing each other up as they aimed at wraiths surrounding her with far more precise hits than she had been landing. Many of the wraiths moved to the men, the opposite of what she wanted to happen.
A wraith swung low at her with its leg, and Bryn was flat out on her rear, the sand between her fingers wet with blood. The wraith moved in to finish her off, but Niamh was suddenly in front of her, grabbing the wraith by the shoulders and biting into its neck, ripping its throat out.
“Hit the center of their heads!” Bryn reminded the men as their shots went into shoulders and chests, their panic taking over and their focus wavering.
Niamh grabbed Bryn’s hands and pulled her up.
Bryn looked into her friend’s eyes, and they were bloodred, her teeth serrated, and the canines elongated.
Right. Vampire.
Niamh rolled her shoulders back, sticking her chin out, waiting for judgment.
“Glad you’re on our team” was all Bryn said as she moved around Niamh to strike out at a wraith coming at her friend.
“That’s it?” Niamh asked, as she broke the arm of one of the wraiths, the arm coming off the body and Niamh throwing it to the side in disgust.
“That’s it.” Bryn looked at her, and Niamh gave her a nod in return.
Declan, Kessler, and Jace were next to her, aiming bullets at the heads of the wraiths, very few hitting the mark as the men grew far too fatigued and worn.
Jace was supposed to be helping Sage, but she didn’t have time to yell at him. She’d have to save that for when they finished the battle.
Their bodies having taken enough hits to where they were covered in blood (she hoped not their own) and black ichor, which only made the dust of the dispatched wraiths stick to them.
They were a sad army of fighters. If they lived, they would have to train. The only ones making much difference on a consistent basis were Travis and Justin, who were quick to hit the literal mark on the heads and take them out. If the mark was only scratched, the wraiths went feral if they didn’t damage the brain or behead them quick enough, leaving them with more problems.
Declan had the wraiths too close to him to fire his weapon, and he began to brandish the rifle like a club. Kessler following Declan’s lead as he clipped the wraith with his own rifle, slowing it down enough that Bryn could stab into its head.
She didn’t always hit the mark and turned more feral than she meant to.
Jace still managed a few hits with the last of his bullets from beside her, standing at her back and not in the safety of the building where he could tend to the injured.
A wraith moved on Bryn before exploding in front of her, Bryn barely getting her arm up to cover her face.
Black ichor and things she didn’t want to think too hard on were covering her. This one had not bothered turning to dust at all. Its head hit the ground, still alive, and Bryn stabbed it with her knife, the head making dust.
Looking up, she saw Callum with his hands out.
“I am here to assist, Phantom Queen.” Looking around, he did not wait for her thanks as he blew up another wraith. It wasgross,but it was appreciated.
Turning away from Callum, Bryn readied her knife for another wraith. One was ready for her too. It walked toward her, its sword bloody, and she readied herself to fight. It had been luck so far, the hits she’d made. She knew it, and she bet her enemy did too.
Niamh was in front of her in an instant, killing it, but Bryn’s eyes roamed the battlefield as she tallied where they were at and saw a wraith was moving in on Travis from behind.
She knew what was about to happen, and she ran, screaming at him to turn and look. Hope in her heart that she could stop this. That someone would turn and shoot the wraith, ending it before it made it to Travis.
A shot rang out, the echo of it ringing in her mind as the wraith blew to a cloud of dust.
Relief surged through her until Travis’s knees hit the sand, and she took in the sword protruding from his chest.
“No!” she yelled, running faster as if she could stop it all, Caden making it to Travis first and catching him before he hit the ground.
Falling to her knees beside her friend, she reached out to touch Travis’s cheek, but his eyelids were lowering, his throat unable to form words through the blood spilling from his mouth.
