Bound To Moonlight (Sisters Of The Moon #2)

He rummaged through the contents and came out with a syringe. “Open her shirt,” he said to Sebastian. “Quickly. This has to go direct to the heart.”


Sebastian tore open the buttons and spread the shirt. He didn’t breathe as Connor rubbed one finger down over her chest, over the gentle swell of her breast, feeling for the gap between the ribs. He held up the syringe and stabbed it into her heart, depressing the plunger in one swift move.

For a moment, nothing happened. Sebastian swallowed the fear rising up inside him. He reached out to shake her, as her whole body convulsed. Her back arched, and she came up off the table. She collapsed back and her eyes opened. She stared around; her gaze caught Sebastian and held him.

“You’re alive,” she whispered.

Relief washed through him. “So are you.” He grinned. “Was I supposed to be dead?”

“Latham said…” She paused. “It doesn’t matter.” Her gaze left him and fixed on someone behind him. Her eyes widened in wonder.

He turned to see Tasha standing beside him. She reached out a hand and touched Anya’s cheek. “I’m Tasha.”

Something passed between the two women. Anya managed a faint curve of her lips.

“I’m Anya.”

She closed her eyes. Sebastian stroked her cheek and glanced across at Connor. “Is she going to be all right?”

“She should be. Maybe a little weak for a while, but once the drugs clear her system, she’ll be fine.”

Anya’s eyes blinked open and for a moment horror flared in the golden depths. “He was taking my brain.” A tear trickled down her cheek. “He was going to dissect my brain.”

“Shh,” Sebastian murmured. He wiped the tear with the pad of his thumb. “He can’t do anything anymore.”

She relaxed then, the tension draining from her body as she faded into unconsciousness once more. Fear welled up, and he turned to Connor.

“Don’t panic. She’s just asleep,” Connor said.

Sebastian nodded. “Get back to the house,” he said. “They might need you.”

He watched as Connor left the room then turned to look at Latham who still lay on the floor, Jack standing guard over him. Sebastian’s fists clenched as a black wave of hatred rose inside him. He crossed the room and kicked Latham savagely in the side. “That’s for Anya,” he said. He kicked him again, feeling the crunch of ribs. “And that’s for my goddamn house.”

“Sebastian.” Jack’s softly spoken word, held him back.

He turned to stare at the vampire. “Jonas is dead, and we still don’t know how bad it is back at the house, and this man is responsible.”

They’d managed to take out the unit sent after them, but not before the house had been destroyed. Tasha was sure none of his people were dead, but there were still some trapped in the rubble.

“I know, but we should get out of here.”

Sebastian cast another look of loathing at Latham, who lay moaning, clutching at his ribs. “Kill him,” he growled.

Jack pursed his lips. “He might be able to tell us something. Tasha still might have family out there.”

Sebastian wanted the man to die. Now. He’d been going to take Anya’s brain. If they’d been even minutes later…

He forced himself to think straight, put aside his personal feelings. “Tasha, it’s your choice.”

Tasha turned from where she still hovered over Anya. She looked at Latham, and Sebastian could see his hatred reflected in her eyes. She bit her lip. “I want to see him die so badly, I can taste it. But you’re right—he might be able to tell us something. I suppose we should take him with us.”

Sebastian’s gaze searched the room for something to tie him with, but before he could move, Latham pulled a gun from inside his coat.

Sebastian went still, every muscle tensing. The gun wasn’t aimed at him or Jack, but at Tasha where she stood hovering over her sister. Beside him, he heard a low growl rumble from Jack’s throat.

“I’ll shoot her,” Latham said. “Back off, let me go, and she’ll live.”

Sebastian held himself rigid. He glanced sideways at Jack and saw the darkness rise up in his eyes. Jack nodded an almost invisible movement of his head and moved in a blur of speed.

At the same time, Sebastian leapt towards Tasha, grabbing her and hurling her to the floor. A gun roared, and a sharp pain sliced through his side. He turned. Jack no longer appeared human, his eyes burned green fire, his lips drawn back revealing razor sharp fangs. He had Latham in a death grip, arms around his chest, pulling him back against his body. The gun clattered to the floor, but it was too late to save Latham now. Jack wrenched back his head then lunged, ripping out his jugular, spraying crimson blood across the white-tiled walls.

Jack spat and released the body. It crumpled to the floor at his feet.

Sebastian stared for a long moment, but Latham was clearly dead. He turned his gaze to Jack. “Right then, we’ll question him later, shall we?”