Page 67 of Dante's Circle Reborn

“It’s him,” Misha snapped. “The dark one. Protect yourself, Caly.”

“You’re not doing this alone. I can help. There’s water around, I can do something.”

“Then make sure the children are safe.”

An arrow shot into the ground between them, and she widened her eyes.

“Derrick was always good at archery,” he said dryly.

Derrick, the dark one, was in front of them then. He slammed his hand out, knocking Caly right in the face. She fell to the ground but rolled, getting right back to her feet. She spat out blood, and Misha’s eyes turned red.

“Don’t you dare hurt her.”

“You found someone?” Derrick laughed. “Then she’ll be that much sweeter to taste.”

“I don’t think so. You’re done terrorizing these people.” She ran forward and used all of her strength to punch at him. He ducked, but not fast enough to avoid her blow to his nuts.

He winced, and she grinned.

“Good to know even a vampire without a soul hates getting kicked in the dick as much as the next guy.”

Misha’s eyes widened at her comment, but she didn’t have time to laugh. Instead, they attacked, the vampire coming at them with his fangs bared.

He was ready to kill, ready to murder. But she wasn’t going to let that happen. Misha was a thing of beauty, his skills unparalleled. It was as if he’d been born for this. She just shook her head, standing back with Broderick’s mate as Broderick leapt into the fray, fighting the dark one.

Derrick was strong, but Misha was stronger.

She wasn’t about to just let anybody fight for her, though, for anyone, without trying to help.

“Help me with the children,” Broderick’s mate yelled. “He might have friends.”

Caly nodded, tearing her gaze away. She helped round up the kids, eight in all, and moved them towards Broderick’s mate and two other women, as well as two men. Other vampires glared at her before going to Broderick’s and Misha’s aid.

Broderick’s mate had been right. Derrick wasn’t alone. At least six more shadows approached, and Caly cursed.

“I’m going to help.”

“Are you a warrior?” one of the men asked. She shook her head.

“No, but I still know how to fight.”

“Good, then help us.”

And then she was back in the fray. She fought side by side with Misha, punching, kicking, and using the water as a blade.

It wasn’t something she was good at. She was far better with her mind, but at least she could do this. She hammered the enemy, and she took out one and then another along with Misha. But Derrick was still stronger.

Derrick leapt, his fangs going for her throat, but she punched, knocking him out of the way. And in that moment, Misha took Derrick by the neck and twisted. The dark one fell in a heap on the ground.

Misha’s chest heaved, blood splattered both of them, and she shook her head.

“What now?”

“We use a spell to rip them into a million tiny pieces so they can’t reform. I told you, we’re immortal, pet,” he said, winking.

Her chest heaved. She felt like she was two steps behind everything again.

“As one who takes down the histories and learns the bloodlines of so many within the realms, I have a lot to learn,” Caly said, looking at Misha.

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