War of Hearts (True Immortality) - S Young Page 0,36
her heart was uncrushable.
Her heart was uncrushable.
Jesus fuck.
Fury and disbelief tightened his features, and he gave her heart a yank. She muffled a gasp at the sickening sensation as her heart tugged but could not be removed.
“What the hell are you?” he breathed. “Are you—”
Flecks of coppery-tasting fluid splattered Thea’s face as the vise on her heart released.
She sagged in relief and confusion until she looked through a cloud of dust into Conall’s fierce face. His canines were out as he towered over the gathering, his arms spread wide, his claws protracted and wet with blood.
He’d just decapitated the vamp with his bare hands.
Holy shit.
A sickening ache filled Thea’s chest as it began to heal and she found herself on her knees, unable to move as she knitted herself back together.
Not that her help was required.
A mix of fear and admiration filled her as she watched the alpha fight the remaining vampires. Their deaths were appallingly quick as they came at Conall. He seemed to brace for them as they rushed him on either side, a blur of movement, hard to track.
But track them he did.
Conall punched out, claws sharp, and the vamps speed, meeting his, inadvertently caused their deaths with the force of impact. His fists slammed through their chests and he ripped out their hearts.
The next moment they were dust.
Thea tried to reassure herself that if she’d just given into killing the vampires in the first place, she could have killed them faster than even Conall had.
Still, this wolf was worryingly strong.
And he’d found her.
Which could only mean one thing.
He really did have a tracking ability.
She watched as he approached the vampire passed out cold and punched a hole through his chest, removing his heart, until he too was nothing but dust. Conall stood and glared at her. “No witnesses,” he explained.
Weariness consumed her as he came to her, his claws and canines retracting as he lowered to his haunches. “Are you all right, lass?”
She gave a huff of laughter, amused that he would ask when the last time they saw each other, she’d broken his neck. “Oh, I’m super.” Groaning, she got to her feet and scowled at the torn fabric of her shirt, trying to cover up as best she could. “Guess I know how that feels.”
“That was a close call.”
Thea looked into his eyes. He thought he was saving her life. Even if she was never truly in danger, his intention was to rescue her, so did that mean she owed him her life? Again?
You don’t fear him because there’s nothing to fear.
Suddenly the telepathic girl’s words made sense. When Conall first approached her, her body didn’t respond in warning before he revealed himself. Again, when she was hiding in the hostel in Wrocław, she hadn’t sensed him until he was outside her door.
And in the theater.
Sure, she’d been a little preoccupied with the guy who had his fist in her chest cavity, but she’d felt the vampire in the music bar, yet she hadn’t felt Conall. Wouldn’t she have felt him as soon as he entered Prague if his goal was to hunt her?
Which it was.
He’s important. His future affects your future. He’s important, Thea.
She’d said, “The wolf.” Did that even mean Conall?
And should Thea drive herself crazy trying to figure out the vague prophetic words of a stranger?
One thing was for sure, Thea could never outrun this werewolf, and he’d proven he was a force to be reckoned with.
She glowered at him, hating him for believing Ashforth’s lies. Or maybe he just needed to believe them. “Who is it?”
The wolf’s brows drew together. “What?”
“Who is the person you’re trying to save with my blood?”
Conall’s face blanked, and he crossed his arms over his chest. “This isnae the time or place for that discussion. We need to get out of here. Are you healed?”
“Completely.”
He shook his head. “I’ve never met a supernatural who heals as quickly as you.”
Remembering his broken neck, Thea eyed his strong throat. “You seem to heal fast too.”
“I shifted.” He reached out to take hold of her biceps. “The wolf in me is stronger. Shifting accelerates the healing process.”
Letting him lead her up the aisle, she eyed his broad back. “So the bullet wounds are healed too?”
“Aye.”
Thea tugged on his hold and he stopped, turning to her. “Dinnae fight me, lass.”
You don’t fear him because there’s nothing to fear.
“I owe you my life again.”
Conall smirked. “Aye. I know how much you hate that.”