Krysta yanked her hand away so fast you’d think Étienne’s crotch had caught fire.
Spinning around, she found Richart standing there with one eyebrow raised.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, face heating.
“Étienne summoned me while he was dealing with the mercenaries.”
Krysta glanced back at Étienne. “My, aren’t you the multitasker.”
“Forgive me. I forgot I called him as soon as you hit me.” And turned me on. You managed to scatter my thoughts quite efficiently.
She could understand that. The desire he had sparked in her had made her forget about the mercenaries he had left strewn who-knew-where. She smiled. “Okay. You’re forgiven.” Particularly since Richart’s sudden presence had doused her lust as efficiently as a fire hose.
Étienne raised the scope and looked around. “Krysta, would you keep an eye out for more mercenaries while Richart and I gather together the dead and unconscious soldiers?”
“Sure.” She took the scope.
He brushed a kiss across her lips, then motioned for his brother to follow him over the edge of the building.
Krysta raised the scope to her right eye and turned in a slow circle, searching the campus in all directions.
If you get bored, Étienne suddenly spoke in her head, feel free to talk dirty to me. Richart can’t hear you.
She smiled and did just that.
Sitting on his haunches, Zach took in the melee below. UNC Greensboro’s campus was quiet and deserted save the immortal warrior who battled five vampires down on the ground.
A rare smile lifted his lips.
She was magnificent, remaining in constant motion, swinging her blades with merciless intent.
The vampires Lisette fought had long since lost their grasp on sanity. Zach searched their thoughts easily, and the things they wanted to do to her sickened him.
A vamp got in a lucky strike.
Blood formed a glistening streak across the back of her long coat.
Zach rose and curled his hands into fists, an unfamiliar feeling sweeping over him.
The lucky striker went down and began to shrivel up. His friends trod upon him in slavering urgency.
Again she struck a killing blow. Another vampire fell.
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He searched the darkened campus with eyes that needed no infrared scope to pierce the deepest shadows.
Human males with automatic weapons closed in on Lisette’s location.
Mercenaries.
He hadn’t expected this. He had merely wanted, for reasons he couldn’t discern, to see her in action. He hadn’t wanted to see her captured.
The hours he had spent watching Seth and his little superheroes, coupled with the hours he had spent eavesdropping at David’s house, had revealed what these men would likely do to her if they caught her.
The last vampire fell. Breathing hard, she cleaned her blade on the shirt of one of the fallen vamps and sheathed her weapons.
The humans took their positions.
A dart struck her in her pale, vulnerable neck.
Wincing, she reached up to identify the source of the sharp pain. Alarm crossed her pretty face as she staggered. She pulled something that looked like a fat, white pen from her pocket and stabbed herself in the thigh with it.
The mercenaries closed in, forming a circle around her.
Lisette dropped the pen and straightened.
A tense moment passed. Then another.
Zach took a step forward.
Moving so fast she blurred, Lisette drew her Glock 18s and raced toward the building on her left.
Muffled gunfire erupted as she leapt up a couple of stories, pushed off the side of the building and landed on the roof of the building across from it.
The soldiers scattered as she sprayed them with bullets from above. Four went down as holes opened on their torsos.
She jerked, bullets tearing through her slender body as the mercenaries scored hits of their own, but didn’t cease firing or run away.
Zach clenched his teeth.
She couldn’t win. She wouldn’t win.
And she lacked the time to call her brothers for aid.
She backed up and crouched down. Ejecting the long clips from her weapons, she drew two more from a pocket of her coat and shoved them into place.
Zach had never handled a gun before and admired her smooth, sure movements.
Staying out of sight of the men below, she headed for the opposite side of the building and leapt to the ground.
The mercenary group divided into thirds. One third remained in place. The rest divided in half and began to circle the building on both sides.
Shit!
Lisette sped into the open, crossing to the next building, and sprayed the soldiers with bullets.
They jerked and fell to the ground, only getting off a few shots of their own.
Maybe he had been too hasty. Maybe she would actually come out the victor.
No sooner had the thought struck than a dozen more mercenaries entered the fray.