more strength. With her second blow, she succeeded in freeing herself from Jasmine’s fangs.
Even though Dante had blocked her out, Cassidy’s pain tore through their bond and struck his heart. He had to get to her.
Ignoring the grinding of his bones and the blood flowing freely from his wounds, Dante rolled to the side and pulled the Savage sitting on his wrist toward him. Throwing his forehead forward, he smashed it into the Savage’s face. The blow demolished its nose.
The creature reeled back as Dante released its shirt and finally succeeded in freeing his ruined wrist. Keeping hold of its shirt, Dante yanked the Savage to the floor and crawled over the top of it to get to Cassidy and Jasmine. When Cassidy hit her again, Jasmine fell back.
Dante pounced, and pulling Jasmine down, he flattened his palm against the side of her head. He pressed it into the floor as he knelt on her neck. Jasmine’s hands flailed as she screeched like a banshee, but she couldn’t break free.
While Dante kept her pinned, Cassidy grasped Jasmine’s body and jerked her around. The resounding crack of her neck snapping rebounded off the walls. Jasmine shrieked, but the rest of her body went still. While she was immobile, Cassidy removed the crossbow from inside her jacket and fired the bolt into the woman’s black heart.
When Jasmine stopped screaming, Dante turned to discover Kyle tearing the heart from the chest of the last Savage. He tossed the organ aside and wiped his hands on his jeans as casually as if it were water.
Dante let go of Jasmine’s body and sat back as blood oozed from him. His broken wrist was healing enough that pinpricks of feeling had returned to his fingers.
“Are you okay?” Cassidy asked as she knelt before him.
Despite the pain, Dante grinned as he rested the palm of his good hand against the side of her beautiful face. “Yes, are you?”
“Yes,” she said as she clasped his face and kissed him.
He frowned at the strange color staining her flesh and grasped her hand. “What happened?”
“It’s okay. It will fade. It happens to purebreds when we’re pissed off, and that bitch pissed me off.”
Dante’s chuckle faded when her fingers brushed against the tears in his shirt. His raw flesh beneath made her itch to kill Jasmine all over again, but his bleeding was easing.
“I told you to stay away,” he said.
“You’d be dead if we had.”
His laughter was cut short by the pain it caused to emanate through him. “I’m glad you’re the most stubborn creature I’ve ever met.”
Cassidy chuckled, but she couldn’t disguise her concern for him.
“I’m going to be okay,” he assured her.
“We have to get you out of here.”
“Where’s Preston?”
The crashing of boards accompanied his question, and they turned to look as Kyle pulled away more of the boards from the hole Preston and Jasmine created when they went through the wall. Julie crept cautiously toward him as Kyle removed another board and peered into the hole.
Gripping the sides of the wall, Kyle climbed into the hole and vanished. He reemerged a minute later. “He’s unconscious, but he’s alive. I’ll carry him out.”
Chapter Forty-Six
Kyle called Julian to help them with the removal of the bodies. He arrived half an hour later with Aida and a white construction van. “Where did you get the van?” Dante asked.
“A couple of guys who were out for a night of fun lent it to me,” Julian replied.
Cassidy didn’t ask for further details, especially since Julian had been scowling at her and Kyle since he arrived and heard the whole story. To say he was pissed they’d come here without him was an understatement.
Cassidy kept her gaze averted from Julian as they worked to remove the bodies from the warehouse. Paint splashes stained the black mat in the back of the van, and the tarps tucked behind the two front seats. A step ladder was mounted to the wall opposite the sliding door. There was plenty of room to stack the bodies, but Cassidy dreaded crawling inside with them.
They carried Preston out last and laid him down away from the bodies. Julie hovered at his side as her gaze went from the Savages to them and back to her brother so fast Cassidy thought they might spin out of her head.
The girl was going to require some serious trauma counseling after all this; unfortunately, she wouldn’t get it. If Julie ever shared this story, she’d end up locked away or dead because some