Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,145

to, because I’m certainly gonna slay that prick. “We’ll find Violet and save her from Idun first. Then you can talk, Van Helsing.”

“Fair enough,” he concedes. “Only, I have no idea where they went. I feel scatter-brained for possibly the first time in my life, because I have no idea what to do.”

He catches a Vampyre by the throat, when Arion’s second-to-least favorite cousin tries to attack us, using our distraction against us.

“Chat later. Kill now,” I say as I shove him into the fray.

He stumbles, taking the Vampyre he’s choking with him, but he picks right up, fighting like it’s always going to be second nature.

It lights the metaphorical match.

Wolves attack.

Vampyres attack.

Marta is already hacking another head off.

Van Helsing, father and son, work as a team.

My eyes land on my own father, and I bend over to pick up a second sword that’s been discarded by the dead.

“One of these days, you’re going to realize just how much better I am than you are, and you’ll quit causing me problems,” I tell him, my lips turning up at one corner. “So long as it’s a fair fight, that is. Which is why you poisoned them all against me all these years, isn’t it? You’ve just been waiting for an opportunity like this.”

He glares at me from the ground, as he slowly pushes up to his feet.

“I’m going to make this quick, because there’s a lot of fighting to be done tonight,” I tell him.

His eyes widen when I’m suddenly right in front of him. Too late does he realize he’s watched a brief illusion of me standing in the same place.

My lips curve at one corner once again, as my hand flies to his head. He grabs my wrist a second too late, and I stagger, toppling to the ground on top of him when I lose my balance from forcing my mind into his.

There’s a splitting slice of pain that slashes through my temple, as images flash through my mind too rapidly for me to cipher anything. I don’t have time to look around, because I’m racing straight for the center, dragging a trail of my own memories with me too fast for him to process the chaos.

He tries to fight back, but it’s no use, because, with great effort, I repel all the things he attempts to hit me with. I overwhelm his head, doing what I can with what little power I’ve got left in me.

It takes less than five seconds for his body to stop struggling under me. When I my gaze finds his, his eyes are glazed over, and I take in a steady, deep breath.

“I’ve just been waiting for an opportunity too, truth be told,” I say on an exhausted sigh, as I heave myself to the upright position by sheer willpower alone. “Dorian’s stronger than you. Just for the fucking record. He’ll be kicking your ass in your shitty fucking dreams for a while, courtesy of your first Morpheous son.”

My gaze moves back to the thick of the bloodthirsty battle. A Vampyre is launched back when it gets too close to Amos’s back, my brother aided by some unseen force.

I spot Diva lying on her stomach with her chin propped on her hands. Her knees are bent and her ankles are crossed, while her feet sway from side to side in the air.

She deliberately bats her lashes at me. Then she licks her lips and gets a lusty haze in her eyes when Vance slices through the middle of a Vampyre.

Vance shouts at me. “You sitting on your ass and watching me do all the work is typical behavior, but for once, could you please be fucking useful?!”

Cursing, I struggle to even lift my sword, my energy exhausted and my power absolutely drained.

“I’m too out of shape for alpha battles, Van Helsing. I’m going to need some help,” I confess.

“Like the Rubio Isles?” he asks, as we both work to fend off our next Vampyre attackers.

Arion’s going to be one pissed off fucking monster.

I’m really starting to understand why Vance stayed on my ass about feeding and staying fit. Fuck my life.

“We sunk the Rubio Isles,” I remind him, straining with effort I don’t have enough energy to be able to produce.

“That was the volcano. Not us.” he argues, taking down one of the eldest and strongest without breaking much sweat.

“Sure. It’s a coincidence that dormant volcano erupted. Saving everybody was a pain in the fucking ass, Van Helsing,” I dutifully remind