Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 72056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
But not against a freaking axe kick to the back of the neck.
The neck is always a good place to aim for, as there’s always a sliver of it available. Armor needs a chink so the neck's movement isn't restricted.
My heel comes down on the giant’s neck.
“Who the fuck are you?” I grit out.
No response. He probably didn’t even hear me with all the noise of battle surrounding us.
Then, “Fuck you, you traitorous bitch.”
A vamp, then.
“Where’s my father?”
“I’ll never tell you.”
I’ve wasted enough time here. I leave him on the ground and move on. He’ll most likely be back fighting in a minute or two, and I’ll be long gone.
The pistol goes back in my waistband. It’s of no use to me here. This is a supernatural fight, and ironically I must use what comes naturally to me—those gifts from my vampire lineage.
Mind control won’t work on other vampires and not on demons either. And the lycans? I’m fighting with them, so there’s no reason to use it.
What I do have is the ability to move quickly with minimal sound. My vampire vision and hearing. I have my martial arts training—and I’m damned good. I have my physical strength, which is intensified by Rogan’s blood coursing through me.
And I have my wits.
Plus...from my human side...
My instinct.
I’ll need all of these traits to fight this battle, and I—
Thunk!
I’m on my back, a demon standing over me.
“Get up, vamp princess!” he roars.
“Fuck you!” I spit in his face.
His eyes are black as night. He raises a flaming arrow, and I roll out of the way before it pierces the ground—right where my heart was only a second before.
A demon. Wait... Aren’t the demons on my side? The side of the lycans?
In a flash I’m on my feet, my heel taking the side of the demon’s head in a hook kick.
“Who the fuck are you playing for?” I grit out.
“Myself. More than you can say.”
He’s not wrong. This isn’t my fight. I don’t truly belong with any of these groups. I may be Rogan’s mate, but I’m not wolf. I’ll never be wolf.
I’m only half vampire, and despite my stepfather, no part of me is demon, thank God.
The demon advances on me once more, throws a punch, which I block, and then takes me down with a sweep I should have seen coming.
But my senses are all over the place. Around me, the battle rages, and I jump to my feet as quickly as I can, brandishing Dominic’s blade.
A vampire comes at me, his fangs elongated. He pushes the demon down and then snarls. “I wonder how royal blood tastes?”
“You’ll never know.”
Vampires don’t feed from each other—not for sustenance anyway. Our blood doesn’t have the minerals we require. But...
I’m only half vampire. And some vamps like to take blood from a sexual partner.
Still, he wouldn’t dare defile the king’s daughter...
Or would he?
The vampires see me as a traitor, after all.
He grabs me by the throat and lifts me off the ground. I gasp, trying to get my breath.
“Such a tender-looking neck...” He licks his lips.
I kick and punch, but he’s got me in a hold I can’t seem to break. Until—
I fall to the ground with a thud.
The vamp is entangled with an animal. Not just any animal.
A wolf.
My wolf.
It’s Rogan, and he’s tearing at the vampire’s flesh.
“No, Rogan!” I yell. “I’m all right!”
Still he tears at the vampire, and the vampire fights back, his teeth bared as he wields a blade not unlike the one I stole from Dominic.
In fact...
I check my boot... My blade is gone. I was holding it when the vampire lifted me. Damn it! I must have dropped it.
I stalk toward the mass of fur and teeth that is Rogan and the vampire, gripping my pistol. If I can get a good shot, I can take out the vamp without harming Rogan.
I take aim—
You will not, Hannah.
My father’s voice.
I look around. He’s not here.
You will not harm your own kind. Not for him.
Not for him? He’s my mate. He’s the man I love. He’s everything. My father is the one who led me to him!
“I only do what I must,” I say under my breath. “I am your daughter, after all.”
I take aim once more.
55
I shoot.
Though my bullet doesn’t harm the vamp—it ricochets off his armor as I knew it would—it does startle him enough so that Rogan is able to clamp his wolf jaw around his neck.
I wait…
I wait to hear the snap of the vampire’s neck…
But it doesn’t come. Rogan has more self-control than I ever gave him credit for. Rather than snapping the other’s neck in two, he simply holds steady, keeping the vamp immobile, his teeth scraping against his flesh.
I stuff the gun back in my waistband and take the chance to steal the vamp’s knife. It’s longer and more lethal than Dominic’s.