Page 75 of Reaper Unhinged
Anger flared in my chest. “Fuck that. If he thinks that, then he’s not worthy of you. You saved my life, Cor. You saved Mal and Az. You sacrificed yourself for us over and over.” I didn’t even bother to blink back my tears. “I owe you everything. We all do, and if Dean’s going to let skanky Jasper get in the way of having a relationship with you, then it’s his fucking loss.”
We fell into a hug, rocking from side to side.
“Thank you, babe,” she said. “But I would do it all again in a heartbeat. I love you. As for relationships, I don’t think I’ll be having a normal one anytime soon with that malevolent asshole linked to me.”
“Then we get rid of him. We find a way. Tell Elijah about Jasper. Maybe he can do something.”
She tensed.
“Cor? What is it?”
“Nothing.”
“Tell me.”
“Elijah has his own agenda, and I’m not playing into it. I’ll figure something out once we have this curse off you and we have Lilith back.”
“No. No, we don’t wait. We figure it out now. We start searching now.” I pulled back to look at her properly. “You don’t get to come second.”
“Fuck, Fee, I know that, but my love life isn’t an urgent matter, your situation is. I can live with Jasper for a little longer. We need to focus our energies on the other stuff.”
I opened my mouth to argue when the door burst open and Bobby fell in. His face was bloody, and he was holding his left arm to his chest.
“Bobby, what the hell!” I ran toward him, grabbing him before he could topple and holding him to me. “Bobby!”
His eyes flared bright as his wolf roused, healing him. “Vamps. There are super vamps downstairs.”
* * *
Cora jumped us into chaos.The lounge was a mass of bodies beating the shit out of each other. My Loup up against men in black combat gear. A flash of fang here and there told me these were the vamps, but they fought as an organized unit. They wielded batons that emitted charges that had my Loup convulsing and falling to their knees.
There was no sign of Grayson or Dean. They must still be out.
I caught sight of Bastian and Uri fighting back to back against three super vamps.
Right now, it was six up against eight.
It was time to even out the odds.
Cora and I leaped into the fray. I had no weapons, but my Loup rose up to give me claws and tear-the-fuck-out-of-you teeth. I allowed her to take over, to rip and shred and slash, falling easily into beast mode and allowing my territorial rage to consume me.
How dare they come into my pack house, onto my fucking territory, and attack my Loup.
How fucking dare they.
“Fee, the vamps!” Cora grabbed my arm, and we jumped to outside the garage where more super vamps were dragging the refugee vamps out of our garage.
I charged and tackled the nearest one at the waist, lifting him off his feet and then slamming him into the side of their getaway van. There was a snap, and the vampire howled and collapsed to the ground, his body limp. His spine…I’d broken his spine but not his spirit. He hissed at me, and I caught a good look at his face.
Mother fucker. I knew that face. It was more filled out now, less on the pasty side, but even though I’d only met him once at the Dominus quarters when he’d come to deliver intel on the Dread hangout, his face was etched into my memory.
“Fee, watch out!”
I turned my head in time to catch the sight of a black baton headed for my shoulder and hear the fizz of electricity a moment before my body lit up with pain, twisting and contorting.
I lost control of myself and hit the ground in a convulsion.
Cora’s scream was eclipsed by a roar of rage, and then I was being lifted off the ground. Dean’s cedar scent filled my head as he dragged me backward. My senses were coming back online. The pain receded as my body dispelled the effects.
