off the vampire’s smaller back. The armor, already dented and hanging together on a prayer, cracked, and the raider flew into the side of the building, bounced off and fell to the ground.
Wow.
Vampires took pride in ground combat; her husband was one of the best, but this, this was on another level. Where did House Krahr even find him? What did he do for them?
She turned to Dina and pointed at Arland. “Who the hell is that?”
“The Lord Marshal of House Krahr,” Dina said.
Oh sweet galaxy, he was the military head of his House. How in the world did Dina manage to rope him into this rescue?
The two remaining raiders charged in concert. The Marshal braced himself for the attack, roaring a challenge. When one of the raiders got close, he stepped to the left, crouched, and dove low into the charging vampire. The attacker had no time to react to the sudden shift in the center of gravity. The momentum carried him forward while the Marshal drove him up and over his shoulder in one smooth movement. The raider fell on his head. His neck snapped with a dry crunch. The Marshal scooped up the dead vampire’s hammer and brained the last remaining raider with it.
Maud remembered to breathe.
The Marshal sprinted to the shuttle.
Sparring with him would be amazing. She could go all out without holding back.
In a couple of breaths, he jumped into the cabin and landed in the seat next to the werewolf.
The door of the Road Lodge slid open and a mob of vampires tore out, snarling and roaring.
“Do you even know how to fly, werewolf?” the Marshal growled.
“Buckle up.” The werewolf pulled a lever and the slick craft sped into the sky.
Gravity sat on Maud’s chest. It was real. They were leaving. She hugged Helen to her.
“What happened?” Dina asked. “Where is Melizard? Where is your husband?”
“Melizard is dead. He led a revolt against his House. They stripped him of all titles and possessions and sent us to Karhari. Eight months ago he crossed the wrong local and the raiders killed him.”
“We killed them back,” Helen said.
“Yes, we did, my flower.” Maud smiled at her and petted her hair. “Yes, we did.”
It was over. It was finally over.
The Marshal turned around and looked at her. He seemed shell-shocked, as if her existence somehow upset the structure of his universe and he couldn’t quite reconcile the two. She’d seen that look before. None of the vampires expected a human to know which end of the sword to point at the enemy, let alone wear their armor. Dina must’ve told him something, so he’d expected a human, but he hadn’t expected her, and she clearly blew his mind.
Maud met his gaze. Shockingly handsome. His features were strong and masculine, carved without any weakness, yet neither crude nor cruel. His thoughtful eyes, a deep intense blue, took her measure, noting her armor and lingering on her bloody sword. He looked back at her face, and Maud saw surprise and respect in his eyes, an admiration of a fighter appreciating a peer’s skill.
Something forgotten and repressed stirred inside her.
“Well fought, my lady,” he said quietly.
“Well fought, my lord,” she answered on autopilot.
“Are you or your daughter hurt?”
“No, my lord.”
“All is well then.”
He smiled at her. He was handsome before, but he was impossible now.
No, she told herself. No. You tried before, you tried your best for years, and they threw you and your child away like garbage. She wouldn’t become involved with another vampire again. She wouldn’t even entertain that idea, no matter how hard he fought or how much admiration reflected in his eyes when he looked at her.
She was done with all things vampire.
Three weeks later
Arland lay naked on the metal examination table. Bloody blisters sheathed his body. Some had ruptured, leaking polluted, foul blood that smelled of acid and decomposition.
Panic flailed and clawed at Maud’s insides. She took his hands. His fingers were like ice. He looked at her, his blue eyes brimming with pain. It cut Maud like a knife.
You fool. You stupid fool.
They were besieged in Dina’s inn. An alien had asked her sister for shelter and she took him in, knowing that his entire species was a target of a planet of religious zealots. A clan of assassins had targeted the alien. She and Arland had been helping to hold them off, fighting side by side, sparring, eating in the same kitchen, repairing their armor at night at the dining room table in