“Drink some of my blood if you need to,” I say.
“What are you doing over here?”
They slam against the door as I burn my hand on the open flame. Having my arms chained together really is quite the inconvenience.
“You going to listen?” I ask.
“Probably not.”
“If you want to see Rylee, you do what I say.”
“Fine, I will.”
“No hesitation.”
“You’re not as fast as me, so why would I be the one running?”
“I’ll be fine.” It makes me feel good that he cares about me, even with how prickly he is.
They slam against the door again, this time breaking it almost immediately.
“Get ready to run.”
“Are you ready to run?” Ender asks. For a man who pretends not to care about me in the slightest, he seems quite concerned.
“Sure am.”
“You don’t look ready.”
With another slam, the door is driven inward, and the cabinet goes flying.
“Go!” I say as I pretend like I’m running for the door. It gets Ender moving before I turn back and crank the heat up higher before pouring the rest of the concoction I’d stabbed into Ender’s heart into the syringe. I barely manage to get it injected into myself before they flood in. A vampire slams into me, driving me against the counter before smashing my head against the glass door. The door shatters and shards rain down on me.
My hand just narrowly misses when I reach for what I need, but I’m too far away and I can already see the liquid bubbling over. I ram my elbow into the side of his face as another one hits me, but it shoves me closer to the bottle I need. I grab it, but I can’t reach the fire, so I throw the bottle above the boiling concoction where it smashes into the cabinet and I watch as the powder rains down.
Some of the vampires turn after Ender, but those who go for me aren’t planning on letting me out of their sight.
But that’s alright… I’m going to be the last thing they see because the moment that powder gets to the temperature I need it at, I’m going to be the very last thing they need to worry about.
I slam into one of the vampires, shoving him back as I try to get through the door. There are too many of them, though, and they’re pushing me back into the room. If they were smart, they wouldn’t want to be anywhere near this room. One of them hits me hard enough that I slam into the wall. He grabs me by my throat and lifts me off my feet as I try to kick him off me.
I really fucking suck at this. Maybe I should stop taking yoga, which I’m not very good at, and take something with a bit more of a punch.
The man is ripped off me and I look up, catching Ender’s eyes.
“What are you doing in here?” I ask in alarm as blood sprays over me when a man goes down thanks to Ender’s sword. “You have to get out.”
He grabs me and I’m thrown through the window as the entire world around us shakes when the building explodes. Ender slams me to the ground and covers me with his body, pressed tightly against the side of the building while debris rains down on us.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
ENDER
Past
“Come now,” Abel says as he pats his leg.
I’m kneeling on the floor, shaking as metal shackles weigh my limbs down.
