Page 36 of The Vampire's Lament
Colorful dots exploded in my vision, and the room spun with drunken blurriness.
“Wa fu happer?” I tried speaking around my swollen tongue, eyes watering from the pain.
My werewolf healing kicked in, the energy of the plants helping it work quickly.
Aidan appeared above me, bending over. Maggots tumbled into my face, crawling into my mouth. I batted them away, the movement triggering nasty, nauseating lurches in my skull.
Man, I’m going to puke for hours.
“Hello,” he mocked me, lifting his arm above his head. “Goodnight.”
Nope. I forced my body into a roll, avoiding the slap of his limb at the last second and getting onto all fours. Phew. Close one, though my wrist didn’t like it much.
Surging adrenaline helped keep its complaining at bay.
Cry about it later!
I puked though, stomach twisting, head still stuck in a dizzy loop.
“Stay still, elf!” Aidan bellowed.
Go find a grave to stink up,I thought, forcing myself upright.
Well, this was going to be an interesting fight.
I ducked as he swung the arm, dodging it with inches to spare.
“Face your fate! You can’t escape me!” he roared.
“Kiss my arse!” I retorted.
I launched myself at the open front door, hurrying down the path, vaulting over the gate. The hawthorn tree sent me a boost of energy, the dizziness beginning to ease up.
Yay!
Thanks, sweetie!
“Paris Raine!” Aidan thundered, the wind seeming to blow heavier in tandem with him.
Yeah, no. I ran down the hill, focused on the ocean. I was prepared to die if it meant denying Aidan what he wanted.
Whatever that was.
Actual thunder rumbled in the distance, dark clouds closing in, swallowing the stars. The air took on the metallic stink of impending rain, the wind picking up by the second.
Trust me to go for a swim in a storm.
Pfft. Blame Aidan.
Halfway down the hill, the fucker appeared before me. A shimmer of golden light fringed in shadows, and there he was. I slid to a halt before we collided.
I hadn’t even considered how a zombie fucker could get to a remote island, too busy shitting myself.
“Teleportation, huh?” I questioned.
“Not for much longer.”
“Good.” Fingers crossed his power was limited.
