She cleared her throat and looked up at him. “Sorry, I, uh, I think I’m hungry. Sun’s coming up soon anyway, and I’m not looking to get a tan today.”
“Sunset again? My place?” he asked. Not that it would be her place, as she wouldn’t even let him know where she lived.
She nodded, backing away. Reaching down, he snatched his shirt from the ground and watched her strut away.
***
It didn’t take long. Having never been foolish enough to observe demon hunters at work before tonight, Adair could say with certainty that their reputations were well earned. An inexperienced team, one of which was only days out of the change, yet the three hunters sliced through the lair.
Extracting her knife from the chest of a fallen vampire, Adair checked the room for the next threat. But the remaining bloodsuckers weren’t going to last much longer.
Fast as lightning, a vampire sprinted across the room and leaped on Bennett’s back.
Bennett snapped his head back and crunched its nose. With a howl, it dropped to the ground.
Shield bashing into the vampire in front of him, he spun and lowered to his knees, his sword gutting the first, then drove back into the neck of the second.
Quinn swung her great sword and a vampire head hit the ground and rolled under the tablecloth.
Axe striking into the chest of another, Lana slammed it to the ground and finished it.
And Logan. Ever the warrior, stealthier than in his clunky days as the Scottish raider, Adair’s brother snapped a neck and cleared the far corner.
Adair inhaled deeply and caught a familiar scent. She gritted her teeth and crossed the bloody backroom of the club.
Bennett finished off his prey and ran to catch up. He nodded to the door, silently asking what had caught her attention.
She moved to unlock the office door, withdrawing a pin from her hair.
Before she got the chance, Bennett nodded to the door. “May I?”
With a shrug and a curious nod of her head, Adair stepped back.
He kicked the door, and the hinges snapped on impact. The door crashed into the room with a deafening clatter.
A bullet whizzed toward them, aimed straight for Bennett’s forehead.
Adair gripped his shirt and tugged him out of the line of fire.
Not fast enough.
The bullet struck his shoulder. Bennett recoiled and growled, glaring down at the blood trailing from his wound.
Simpering with a sardonic smile, Sonra whimpered, “Adair. It has been too long.”
Bennett stopped in front of Sonra and glanced back, waiting for Adair’s okay, despite the blood oozing from his shoulder. It had to hurt, even with his abilities, but he didn’t let on that he was even fazed by it. Too sweet for his own good.
She shook her head, drawling over her name in return with a mockingly sympathetic cadence. “Sonra. It hasn’t been nearly long enough. Foolish as ever. I would have thought someone would have silenced you for your recklessness by now.”
Sonra panted with excitement. “It doesn’t matter anymore. We will rule this world.” She smirked knowingly and looked to Bennett. “All thanks to you.”
Adair ached, watching the woman she once considered a dear friend, now so caught up in the evil that the demon side of her craved. “It doesn’t have to be that way. Finding our place doesn’t have to be so complicated; the world isn’t what it used to be.”
Sonra pulled back her lips. “No, but it could be so much better.” Snarling, she raised the gun and pointed it straight between Adair’s eyes, smug and not having a clue what was coming.
Slamming his shield into Sonra unceremoniously, Bennett knocked her flat and finished her off with a fluid sweep of his sword.
The others came sauntering in, their clothes stained with blood, thrill and relief mirrored in their expressions. Logan nodded to Adair. “Let’s go. Calloway will come when he finds out it was you.”
