Page 32 of Camriel
Chapter Eighteen
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VICTORIA WAS IN DEEPshiz.Or she had been before the huge blond guy had arrived.She’d moved from house to house, taking down a few of the loons.Night would fall before too long.She was hoping to slip away once the sun went down.“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen,” she told herself, peering out the window in search of a fresh target.
Her senses told her the big guy who was shooting her enemies for her was the same being she’d sensed before.He’d mouthed something at her, but she’d been too distracted by the humans to figure out what he’d been trying to say.
More vehicles had arrived, bringing fresh reinforcements.Victoria sensed two groups running towards the front and back of the house.“Shiz is about to get real,” she said grimly.
Her sickle was gripped in one hand and a large knife was clutched in the other.She darted into a bedroom and quickly opened the window.Doors burst open, guns fired and people screamed in pain.She snickered as she escaped from the trap she’d led them into.“The fudging idiots just shot each other,” Victoria said as she ran for cover.
A man popped up in front of her and she rammed the knife into his chest.He fell, tearing it out of her hand.Someone fired and agony slammed into her when a bullet tore through her left side.“Son of a biarch!”she shouted.
A roar of pure fury came from within the house she’d just vacated.Victoria glanced over her shoulder to see the blond guy dive through a living room window.He rolled when he landed, then sprinted at the man who’d just shot her from behind.Dropping his rifle and pistol, he tore the hapless dude’s head off with his bare hands.
“What the fudge?”Victoria said, shocked and awed by his strength.
The warrior turned towards her, holding the dripping head.“My cambion,” he said in something like satisfaction, holding the head up like an offering.
“Uh, you keep it, dude,” she said, backing away like he was a rabid dog that was about to bite her.Taller than her by five inches, his clothing strained to contain his bulk.
“Mine,” he insisted, reduced to one word speech now.
“Yep, it’s all yours,” she agreed, ducking when the bullets began to fly again.
“You’remine,” he corrected her, ignoring the deadly projectiles.He was undeniably hot, but he was also batshiz crazy.
“I don’t thinkow!”she exclaimed when a bullet grazed her ear.She winced as the wound in her side protested when she jerked in reaction.
Once again, her gigantic protector roared in fury.His sky-blue eyes zeroed in on the woman who’d wounded her.She was leaning through a window of the house Victoria had been hiding in, readying herself to take another shot.
Dropping the head, the hulking guy sped over to the house and yanked the human outside.He smashed her into the ground, then stomped on her skull.Victoria decided she’d had enough fun for one day.Leaving him to mop up the rest of the now demoralized townsfolk, she sprinted away from the small town.
She ran for a few miles before stopping.Unzipping her thermal jacket, she lifted her t-shirt to examine the injury.“Rapid healing, just like a werewolf,” she said, unsurprised to see the blood from the entry and exit wounds were slowing to a trickle.Her ear had already healed.Victoria had always healed quickly, so this came as no surprise.
The sounds of battle had faded after leaving the town behind.Victoria found herself worrying about the fighter.She could no longer sense him, but her gut told her he was still alive.“How did he find me?”she wondered out loud.Was it just a coincidence that he’d turned up just when she’d needed to be rescued?
“He’s so hot he’s practically on fire, but the dude offered me the head of my enemy,” she mused.“Oneof my enemies,” she amended.“Clearly, he isn’t normal, but he’s ridiculously good looking.”
