The vamp flashed his fangs, his nasty gaze taking an intimate survey of her body. “Do you promise?”
Reluctantly, Laylah began to gather her sorely depleted power, wishing she could instead absorb the energy of her surroundings. As a Jinn she was a creature of nature. She should be able to manipulate the powers of the earth. Unfortunately she’d never been able to tap into anything other than her own inner powers.
Still, it was a potent force.
She shuddered, her blood heating and bubbling as the spiritual essence flowed through her.
Gods. It was so beautiful. Beautiful and terrifying and oh, so seductively addictive.
A pity she never knew what the hell was going to happen when she loosened her restraints.
“I mean it,” she gritted.
Ignoring her warning, the vampire slowly circled her trembling form, his hand cupping his crotch. “What are you? You smell tasty.” “I won’t warn you again.”
The vamp leaped forward, his fangs bared. Laylah didn’t hesitate. Lifting her hand she released a burst of power, her eyes narrowing as a blinding jolt of lightning streaked through the air, barely missing the shocked vampire.
“You bitch,” the demon hissed, reaching behind his back to pull a handgun from the waistband of his jeans. “You’re gonna pay for that.”
She prepared to strike again, only to be halted when Tane abruptly returned to the cave, moving with shocking speed to put himself between Laylah and the infuriated vamp.
“Why don’t you play with someone your own size?”
“Charon.” The unknown vamp smiled, forgetting Laylah as he eyed Tane with a weird triumph. Just as if he’d won the lottery.
Could vampires go crazy?
A chilling thought.
“Have we met?” Tane drawled.
“You killed my clan brother.”
An insulting smile touched Tane’s lips. “And you decided to track me down so I can kill you too? How thoughtful.”
The demon growled, his gun pointed at Tane’s head. “I came across your scent when I went out for my evening hunt. It’s been almost a hundred years but I’ll never forget your stench.” He shuddered, his pale eyes shimmering with a fanatical fire. “It’s haunted me.”
“I’m afraid I can’t return the creepy obsession.” With slow steps Tane moved to the side, deliberately leading the vampire away from Laylah. “I don’t know who you are and I don’t give a shit.”
Laylah frowned. Why was Tane risking himself to protect a Jinn mongrel who he intended to see exterminated? And why had the other vampire called him Charon?
“I suppose being a mercenary lapdog for Styx means one kill is just like another for you?” the vamp gritted.
“There are some I anticipate more than others.” Tane wagged his dagger in invitation. “Are we going to fight or do you intend to bore me to death?”
“Oh, we’re going to fight,” the vamp rasped, squeezing the trigger of his gun.
Laylah swallowed a scream as at least one bullet lodged in Tane’s arm before he had crashed into the smaller vamp and wrenched the gun from his grasp. The pistol went sailing toward the back of the cave and Tane’s dagger sliced deep into his opponent’s chest.
Blood flowed freely as the demons used their fangs and claws to cause the maximum damage.
Laylah hovered at the edge of the carnage, mesmerized by the battle between the two lethal predators.
Tane was obviously the superior fighter. Not only did he have the size advantage, but his frigid power spilled through the air with enough force to make her grit her teeth in pain. She could only imagine the agony if he were directing it at her.
But the smaller vamp had an utter lack of sanity in his favor.
With a horrifying disregard for the brutal injuries that Tane was inflicting, the intruder slammed his fangs into Tane, ripping through flesh and muscle like a rabid dog. In return, Tane sliced through the vamp’s back with his dagger, spraying blood throughout the cave.