His eyes travel down my body, as if to assess what I might be useful for- organ trafficking, bone broth, yard maintenance. Unlike me, he is fast. Preternaturally so. With dizzying speed, his knife slices through the front of my silk top, deepening the neckline.
This fucker.
But as he leers, his scent spikes. Which means that he’s distracted enough by what he’s uncovered that I get a chance to put the self-defense classes my sister forced me to attend to good use.
Knee to the groin.
Headbutt to the nose.
And, as a little extra, an elbow to the stomach. I mean, why not?
The Vampyre grunts. Mutters a few variations of “fucking whore.” I’m free, though. I might not be able to outrun him, but I can grab a fistful of soil and throw it at his eyes, which does just enough damage to slow him down. I frantically look around and- yes. I spot a sharp, jagged rock. Bend down to palm it.
“You fucking freak of nature.” The Vampyre is on me again, twisting my arm behind my back. I let out a yelp, but the rock is in my hand. Tragically, he’s holding my wrist at the wrong angle for me to strike.
In theory, I know what the next step is- move closer, lower your center of gravity, rotate your body, strike with your free hand
– and boy, do I try. Sadly, the Vampyre is a notch or two above the average fighter, and none of it works.
That’s when my stomach starts churning for real. This is not going to end well. “Let. Me. Go,” I spit out.
“Shut up.” The vinegar of his scent stings my nose. He’s even more worked up now. And I’m in even deeper shit. “I may not be allowed to kill you, but I can make you hurt a whole fucking lot before I- “
“Can you, though?” A male voice interrupts him. It travels in our direction from some place in the thicket of trees. A rich, slow curl, at once vicious and detached. No answer exists that could faze this voice. “Can you really, buddy?”
The Vampyre’s frame stiffens. Before he can leash his instinctive reaction, I smell utter, abject, acrid fear.
I close my eyes. Force my burning lungs to inhale slowly. Let my prospect of the next ten minutes readjust, mold to a shape that is . . . still unfortunate, yes, but a touch less.
Koen.
Koen’s here.
It will be all right.
The Vampyre yanks me in front of him, holding his knife to my throat. I wonder if he means to use me as a hostage, or as a meat shield that barely reaches the top of his chest. “What are you doing here?” he barks.
It’s a fair question. Koen lives several hours away and hasn’t been around in nearly two months, since the day he dropped me off at the cabin, at my request, with a metric ton of supplies, a lingering stare, and a mocking
Have fun chatting up the spruces, killer that didn’t quite match the intensity in his eyes.
“Did you just ask what
I’m doing in my territory? What the fuck are you doing, shitdump?” A handful of long, unhurried strides, and Koen emerges from the thicket.
He’s different. From anyone else, yes, but also since I last saw him. His black hair is tied back at the top of his head in an overgrown, unkempt version of his latest cut. He hasn’t shaved in weeks, and I suspect he might be a touch behind on sleep, too. His presence, though, has the usual effect on me: it gives me ballast and bolts me to the ground when I’m on the verge of being spirited away.
Alpha.
His deep scent is unmistakable. Solid and placating. The perfect counterpoint to the panic of the Vampyre.
Who snarls, “I’ll kill her if you come closer.”
Koen, of course, comes closer. With the placid air of someone who has never doubted his ability to hammer the world to his will. “Uh- uh. Serena, he says he’s going to kill you. You cool with that?” His tone is pure intellectual curiosity. Charcoal eyes glow steadily in the night.
“I did run out of instant noodles last week,” I croak. Not my best idea, since the Vampyre nearly twists my humerus out of its socket. But the amused twitch of Koen’s mouth almost makes up for it.
“You are Koen Alexander, aren’t you? The Alpha of the Northwest.”
“I sure am. What’s your name, bud?”
“That’s not important. If you come any closer- “
Koen clucks his tongue. “You gotta tell me your name, or I’ll have to make one up. Any ideas, Serena?”
I clear my throat. “I like Bob.”
“Bob the Vampyre. Love it.”
“That’s not my na- “
“It is if the lady says so, shartstain. Wanna tell me what you’re doing in my territory before I rip off your balls and shove them down your throat?”
The Vampyre doesn’t reply but wrenches my arm so violently, my vision spots and I nearly lose consciousness. When I can parse out sounds again, he’s pulling me into his body and snarling, “She might be too valuable to kill, but I can do a whole lot of damage.”
“Go ahead, then.” For the first time since he appeared, Koen’s eyes catch on mine. I read absolutely nothing in them. “This girl can take a lot. Am I wrong, Serena?”
I somehow find the strength to shake my head- a blatant lie. And yet. It might be a pain-induced olfactory hallucination, but I think I smell how pleased it makes him.
“You sure?” the Vampyre asks. “She’s half
Human, after all.”
“And you’re half jackass. What a stunning coincidence.”
“They all want her, you know. Since that interview she gave, every Vampyre on the continent has been looking for her.”
“Yeah. I’m sure there are plenty of vivisection tables with her name on it.”
“But do you know how much they’ll pay?” The Vampyre’s voice takes on a sudden persuasive bent. “As the person who brings the hybrid to them, I will be able to name my price.”
“Sure. And they definitely won’t get rid of you the second you hand her over.”
The Vampyre snorts. “I’m smarter than that. I’m the first who found her- do you think I’m the only one after her bounty? Others are going to follow. Once they discover that you’re giving her sanctuary, they’ll flock here. Are you sure you want to spend the rest of your life protecting a half Human? Let me take her off your hands. Look the other way.”
“As far as offers go, Bob, this one is lazy as fuck.” Koen spreads his arms. “What do
I get out of it? You’re supposed to offer something in return. Split the reward, wash my car- “
“They say she’s your mate.”
It’s like the forest hears the words. Like it understands them. For a brief second every critter, every leaf, every drop of water stills, as if waiting for Koen’s reaction.
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