Next to me Helen hissed, baring her fangs. Both Mrak and Marais glanced at her. Helen stared at Mrak, raised her finger and drew it across her throat.
“What a charming child.” Mrak turned to Marais. “Is this enough?”
“Sir, are you aware that bribing a law enforcement official is a crime?” Marais asked, his voice still mildly curious.
“Bribery is a crime and greed is a vice in your culture, officer, yet it rules your pathetic little lives, no matter how much you protest otherwise. I find these negotiations tedious. Yes or no?”
Marais opened his mouth. I knew exactly what would come out. It didn’t matter anymore. My inn was exposed. Nobody knew how many people were watching all of this from their windows. This is how it ended. The only thing that mattered now was saving Officer Marais who had nothing to do with anything and was trying only to do his job.
“Gentlemen, this was fun.” His voice rang. “Lie facedown on the ground with your hands behind your head.”
Yep. That was exactly what I thought he would say.
“Really?” Mrak sighed.
“Lie down on the ground!” Marais barked. “Hands behind your head! Do it now!”
“Fine,” Mrak snapped. “Kill him.”
Magic moved. The ground to the left of us tore and Arland burst into the open. He wore the full suit of syn-armor, black and crimson. His golden mane fell on his shoulders. The blood mace in his hand whined, priming. He was coming, unstoppable like a battering ram. I caught a glance of Maud’s face. My sister was smiling. She’d set this up.
Arland reached the edge of the inn’s boundary. His mouth gaped open, his fangs on full display. The Marshal of House Krahr roared like a pissed off lion and charged. Maud grabbed Helen before she had a chance to follow.
The Draziri did what any normal sentient being would do when they saw an enraged vampire coming - they backed away, trying to scatter, and scattered straight into Sean. The first Draziri didn’t know what happened when Sean broke his neck.
Arland’s mace crushed the second Draziri. Both he and Sean went after Mrak. He slipped between them as if he were made of air. A blue blade appeared in his hand. He slashed with it, fast and precise. They danced across the street, Mrak avoiding their blows like a ghost. No shot.
The third Draziri lunged at Marais.
I glanced at Beast and pointed to the third Draziri. “Kill it!”
My dog dashed across the street, claws sliding out of her paws.
The officer snapped his Taser up. The Taser sparked. The Draziri jerked and ripped the metal prongs out of his body. Marais went for his gun.
Beast leapt into the air, her mouth gaping open, displaying four rows of razor sharp teeth and tore out the Draziri’s throat. Blood spurted onto the asphalt at Marais’s feet.
We were doomed. We were all doomed.
Kiran Mrak spun, avoiding Sean’s knife. A gun barrel yawned at me. He’d walked them right where he could have the perfect shot at me.
“Now.” I jerked a wall of dirt up in front of me.
The inn and Mrak fired at the same time.
Something burned my leg. I dropped the dirt in time to see Mrak jerk as if stung.
The Draziri twisted away from Sean and Arland’s attacks, leapt straight up, shooting a dozen feet into the air, landed on the power line, ran across it as if it were solid ground, jumped onto the roof of a house, and disappeared from view.
Marais looked shocked, his face pale, his mouth open.
There was a hole in my robe. My leg was bleeding under the fabric. The bullet had punched through the dirt. I was lucky the soil barrier deflected it, because everything about Mrak said he didn’t miss often.
Arland grabbed the first corpse by its legs and unceremoniously dragged it halfway across the road and threw it in my direction. The lawn gaped, swallowing it.
Sean grasped the second and third corpses by their feet and pulled them over. The lawn swallowed them too.
Sean and Arland walked onto the inn’s grounds. Both bled from half a dozen shallow cuts. Arland looked like he hadn’t gotten enough blood on his hands and was desperate to kill something. Sean looked like he was about to sprout fur any moment.
I reinstated the void field.
Sean stopped by me, inhaled, and his eyes went wild.
“It just grazed me,” I told him.
He spun toward the street and I caught his arm.
“No. Please. I need you inside the house.” Besides, both of them were bleeding more than me.
He snarled and went inside.
Marais finally regained control over his legs, because he was moving toward me and fast. I waited. He ran face-first into the barrier and bounced back.
“Miss Demille,” he ground out through clenched teeth.
“No,” I told him. “I have a child and guests to take care of. Those bastards unloaded something into the sewer system and I have no idea if the inn is filling up with some plague or if it’s about to explode. I don’t want your death on my hands. Go and sit in your cruiser. When it’s safe, I’ll come and get you.”
I turned around and marched into the house, Helen and Beast in tow.