Page 59 of Forever Desired
“Ah!” she screamed, lurching forward from the human pushing her aside. She fell to the floor with the knife protruding from her back.
Sorin released a roar.
His mate.
He turned his attention back to Clay to find him holding a gun aimed at him.
“You’d better make it count,” Sorin raged, stalking toward him.
The gun fired, but Sorin ignored the sting of the bullet hitting his shoulder.
“Die, bloodsucker!” Clay screamed, pulling the trigger again.
Sorin reached the human and swung his dagger at him. The human, quick on his feet, dodged it, but he wasn’t faster than Sorin.
His blade punctured the human hunter’s chest. His piercing howl filled the air.
Sorin drew his body close to him so he could look the man in his eyes. He gripped Clay’s head in his hand while pushing the blade deeper.
“We won’t stop,” Sorin whispered in his ear. “You hunters think you can eradicate us, but you are sorely mistaken. We will destroy your organization until there is no one left.”
“There are too many of us.” Clay’s voice was hoarse. The light was slowly fading from his eyes. “There will always be hunters.”
“Not for long.” Sorin snarled, using his other dagger to slice the human’s throat.
Clay fell to his knees, blood pouring from his neck. Sorin snatched his knife from the human and watched him fall to the floor, lifeless.
A pain-filled gasp drew his attention.
“Athena.” Sorin rushed forward, kneeling by her side. Tossing his daggers to the floor, he gingerly turned her, mindful of the knife buried in her back.
Her eyelashes rested on her cheeks. She struggled to draw breath.
“Athena,” he whispered again.
Her eyes fluttered open slowly. Nothing but pain filled them. “Sorin.”
Her lips barely moved, but he heard the slight sigh of his name.
“You came.”
“Always, my siren. I’ll always come for you.”
Her eyes closed, and panic filled his chest. Her breaths grew more strangled.
“Is she—?”
Sorin glanced over his shoulder and found Linkin standing behind him.
He shook his head and lifted her into his arms. He cradled her to his chest. “We need to get her to the Stronghold. Now.”
Athena drifted along in a sea of clouds. There was no pain where she was. She floated around and knew that as beautiful a place she was in, it wasn’t where she was supposed to be.
Off in the distance, a familiar voice called her name.
“Athena. My siren, come to me.”
She knew that voice.
