slamming my forehead into his nose. His scream of pain was cut short by my dagger in his throat.
Another one bites the dust because that’s literally what they did when killed. They fucking dusted.
No time to gloat.
I dove back into the fray. My blade snagged on flesh, drawing blood. It spattered on my face, and then something scraped at the back of my neck. I spun and stabbed the vampire in the face. The woman. The fucking woman.
I advanced as she stumbled back, clutching her cheek. Her eyes were pits of hatred that glowed crimson in her deathly pale face.
“Reaper,” she hissed.
“Dominus to you, bitch.” I switched my dagger from right to left hand in time for my scythe to appear and then swung the glowing blade at her neck. Her head rolled across the floor, and the room was silent.
We’d killed them. All six vamps. Gone.
Grayson.
The scythe winked out as I fell to my knees beside the alpha. Nox cut Grayson’s bindings, and he slumped forward with a groan.
His shirt was dark with blood. I cupped his face and forced him to look at me. “Grayson. Hey, Grayson.”
How much blood had he lost? The wound at his neck glinted silver. He wasn’t healing.
“They’ve coated the bites with silver,” Sariah said. “He won’t heal. It’s in his bloodstream.”
“Fuck.” Dean and his Loups joined us. “Grayson.” He dropped to his knees beside me.
Part of my brain said I needed to back off and let them have their alpha, but the other part refused to release him.
His chest was moving on shallow breaths.
“Poison.” Bobby choked on a sob. “They poisoned him.”
I didn’t need to ask or look at their faces to know what that meant. I could feel it. Grayson was dying.
“Get it out.” My voice was a rasp. “You need to get the poison out.”
“There’s no time to get him to a healer,” Dean said. “If he hadn’t lost so much blood, he’d be able to burn some of the silver, metabolize it to give us time, but he’s too weak to do it.”
He was too weak. He needed strength. He needed power. The clawing in my stomach intensified, and heat flooded my body. I had to do something. My palm tingled, and the scythe appeared in my hand. I hadn’t called it. It vanished, but the glow in my palm remained.
“No, Fee. You could kill him,” Sariah said. “He’s not a demon.”
Wait … This was how the scythe healed? My gut screamed at me to do it. To touch him.
“He’s dead anyway,” another voice said.
I blocked them all out, every iota of my being focused on Grayson and the conviction that I could save him. I pressed my palm to his cheek. It tingled and grew warmer, and then the clawing in the pit of my belly surged upward. It filled my chest then spiraled outward down my arm and into my palm. The white glow turned golden, and then Grayson’s veins lit up amber through his skin. The glow spread like a spider’s web.
The tugging inside me was a pulse pumping power into him—taking from a reserve deep inside me and giving it to him.
“What the fuck?” a male voice said.
“Fee, stop. You have to stop,” Sariah urged.
But Sariah’s voice was far away, and I was floating. Rising above the scene. Ooh, look, there I was, holding Grayson. Why was I so gray? He looked good, though. A little color in his cheeks, even if it was gold.
Sariah grabbed my wrist and pulled it off Grayson’s cheek, and then I was yanked down from the ceiling and slammed back into my body. My vision blazed white, and energy fizzed through me as the scythe’s power replaced what I’d lost.
What the fuck did I just do?
“What the fuck did you do?” Dean echoed my thoughts.
I blinked and stared at the faces looking down at me.
“He’s healing!” Bobby said excitedly. “The wound is knitting.”
Grayson opened his eyes. His foggy gaze sharpened and focused on me. “Seraphina …” He said my name like a prayer.
He was alive. I choked back a sob of relief. “You’re okay. We got the vamps, and you’re okay.”
His eyes popped open, and he sat up. “The vault.” He glanced around. “There are more in the vault.”
Shadows zipped around us, filling the room.
Vampires.
Too many vampires.
We were surrounded.
Chapter Seventeen
Blood coated my hands and stained my face. I stood with my back against a pillar for cover. We’d been forced to the lower chamber by the vamps. Forced to fight,