The Roman(6)

It was difficult to see, but Raven discerned a feral grappling with soldiers at the center of the clearing. Stefan stood off to one side, awkwardly clutching a sword.

The feral moved like an animal, hunched on all fours and rearing up only to strike. It appeared to be male and was of average size, but stronger than its vampyre counterparts. Raven counted one injured vampyre, who was kneeling on the ground, clutching his shoulder.

She blocked out the feral’s screams, interspersed as they were with incoherent mumblings and profanity. Her attention focused on her sister, hoping Cara wouldn’t choose that moment to regain consciousness.

A cry of triumph rang out, and Raven saw Borek standing with his sword held high, a feral’s head dangling from his other hand.

“We need to move. Now.” Borek tossed the head to one of the soldiers. “Retrieve the heads. Carry them a mile and drop them.”

“What about the corpses?” Stefan stepped forward, sheathing his sword.

“Leave them.”

“But they could reanimate.”

In two steps, Borek was towering over the physician, his sword still dripping feral blood.

Stefan cowered, blinking up at the commander.

Borek pointed his sword at Stefan’s chest. “Do you wish to announce our presence to everyone in the region?”

The French Canadian shook his head.

“Leave the corpses.” Borek turned in a circle, gesturing to the group. “Move.”

While the party lined up and prepared to run, he crossed to the injured soldier. Ignoring his pleas, Borek lifted his weapon and beheaded him with one sure stroke.#p#分页标题#e#

Raven staggered to her feet, leaning against the trunk of the tree as she tried to gain her balance.

Without emotion, Borek retrieved the head and sword of his fallen comrade. He directed two soldiers to carry Raven and her sister. The vampyres snapped to attention and walked toward the women.

Raven locked eyes with one of them as he approached. “Why did he kill his own soldier?”

The vampyre shrugged. “Guillaume was bitten by a feral. He would have become one of them.”

Raven swallowed, trying to quell her nausea.

Vampyres appeared to be human. Even she, who’d become the lover of one of the most powerful vampyres in Italy, forgot how different they were from human beings. Their cold-blooded actions and lack of empathy were all the more disturbing precisely because they looked human.

Raven resolved to keep the difference between the two species firmly in mind.

She couldn’t help but remember her previous encounter with a feral, near her apartment in Santo Spirito. She’d thought she would die until, inexplicably, the feral had stopped some feet away, cursing her for having a relic.

She wished she had one of William’s relics now. Borek had seen to it that Cara had medical attention, but he hadn’t done so out of compassion. He’d done so because he feared the Curia.

Raven needed to bolster her defenses.

“Commander Borek.” She lifted her voice, evading the soldier who was supposed to carry her.

The commanding officer ignored her.

“Commander Borek,” she repeated, louder.

He turned his head in her direction, as did the remaining members of their party, with the exception of Cara.

“We need to leave,” he growled. “Or you’ll end up dead.”

“I need a sword.” She extended her hand.

He stared at her incredulously. “No.”

She took a few limping steps in his direction. “I’m not afraid to fight. What if we encounter more ferals?”

Borek glared.

He walked toward her and held out Guillaume’s sword.

As soon as she took the weight of the weapon into her hand, it slipped from her fingers, toppling to the grass.

Laughter rippled across the vampyres.

Stubbornly, she tried to retrieve the sword from the ground. It was so heavy she could barely lift it with both hands.

Borek snatched the sword away from her, thrusting it into his belt. “Much as it pains you, you’ll have to rely on us for protection.”

He barked an order to the soldier assigned to her, and the vampyre bowed before taking off at a run. In his stead, Borek lifted her over his shoulder. They descended the hill at a high rate of speed.

Raven was surprised the commander would deign to carry her.

After they’d gone some distance, Borek slowed. He passed his hand down her uninjured leg and slid it under the hem of her jeans.

She jerked away from his touch. “What are you doing?”

“Keep your voice down.”

She felt something cool slide into her sock. Borek pulled the leg of her jeans down to cover it.

“A dagger.” His voice was low. “Conceal it from the others.”