“Damien,” Waleron shouted. “No.”
The Scar dropped from the second floor and landed in front of Abby, blocking her path to Liam.
No way in hell was I allowing this to go down. Abby was not becoming Liam’s slave.
I reached out to her and she flinched. “Abbs.” She shook her head and looked from me to Liam then back again. The draw to Liam and his blood would overpower her whether she wanted it to or not.
“You bastard,” Liam roared.
“Damien, move away from her,” Waleron ordered.
I ignored him, my focus on Abby, but ready to react if Liam attacked. A tear slipped from her right eye and trailed a wet path down her cheek before dripping off the edge of her jaw.
“The promise,” she said, her voice a scratchy whisper. “Damien, please. Before it’s… too late.”
The promise. That one promise I wouldn’t give her, and she wanted it now. She was asking me to do the unthinkable—to end this.
Kill her.
“Abby—” That was all I managed before she was shoved out of the way and Liam dove on top of me, his fangs at my neck. I plowed my fist into his throat, shoving him off as I flipped and kicked him in the abdomen. I leapt to my feet at the same time he did.
From the corner of my eye, I saw the commotion as the Scars crashed through the windows and attacked Liam’s underlings.
Balen dove for Abby, his arms locking her to his chest as she flailed against his hold. My attention on Abby instead of Liam, I missed his attack and his fist slammed into my jaw. I staggered back several feet, banging into the banister. He hissed then dove for my throat again.
I ducked and side-kicked Liam in the chest, sending him backward into another vampire. They both crashed into the glass coffee table and it shattered beneath their weight.
The burning in my eyes swirled. Energy building.
Liam slowly came to his feet, eyes glaring at me. “You’re going to die knowing that little witch will be spreading her legs for me.”
“Fuck you.”
We lunged for one another.
KILTER, JEDRIK, DELARA, TYE, Keir, Balen, and Roarke. Roarke? He was helping the Scars? Grit’s were the Scars’ enemy, Kilter’s enemy, and yet they trusted him enough to help them.
They attempted to hold off the vampires and CWOs who filtered into the house from every direction. It was chaos, and yet controlled chaos, as they fought in harmony, as if they knew one another’s moves before they did it. Even Roarke.
The only one who didn’t move with them was Damien, and he was fighting Liam—well, he was. Now he was on the ground with Liam on top of him. I couldn’t see what was happening other than hearing Damien’s roar of agony.
“Get to Waleron. Now!” Keir shouted to Tye, Jedrik, and Balen.
Jasmine’s webs wrapped around Waleron’s chest as she backed out of the room with him. Every step caused the webs to tighten and his breath was ragged.
I looked up at my chains and jerked on them as hard as I could. Blood dripped down my arms as the metal cut into my skin. I tried to slip my hands through the manacles, wincing as my skin scraped the edges. They were too tight. Shit.
“Rayne, stop,” Kilter shouted from across the living room. “I’m coming.”
God, I was helpless standing here. I wanted to help. I could help with my ability. I could stop Jasmine if I could get my hands on her.
She was nearly at the back door with Waleron. Tye and Jedrik were close. They fought two of Jasmine’s Long Necks who guarded her.
Oh, God, they needed more help. Jasmine was going to disappear with Waleron. I looked around the room and Delara was closest. “Delara!” I screamed.
She raised her head just as she drove her dagger into a Long Neck’s neck then twisted his head. The body sagged and she tossed it to the floor.
“Waleron,” I cried.
Her gaze shot from me to Waleron and Jasmine through the living into the kitchen and five feet from the back door. “Balen,” Delara nodded to the kitchen.
Balen ran for Jasmine. Delara followed, dagger in one hand and some machete-type weapon in the other.
An arrow flew through the air ahead of them and embedded in the door inches away from Jasmine’s head. She raised her hands and webs shot out and ensnared Tye’s legs. She shot more at Balen, but he dove left and they disintegrated when they touched the floor.
“Rayne,” Delara shouted. She threw the machete at the ceiling beam where the chains to my manacles were locked. It clanked into the ring and snapped it in half. The chains dropped to the floor with a heavy thud and I collapsed to my knees with them.
“Knife,” Delara warned and threw a dagger toward me. It embedded in the hardwood two feet from me, and I crawled over to it and yanked it out of the floor.