“Yeah, when I said she bit me he…”
“Fuck!” Adrian snapped. It was rare, so far, to see him lose his composure but both times had been to do with Taryn.
He got up, about to head to the door, but the door flew open and standing there was Liam Donavan who was instantly twisting Adrian’s throat with both hands. Adrian went down, looking like he’d suffered a broken neck.
Oh my good God.
Kyla’s thoughts immediately went to the dagger that was upstairs in the box on the dresser and she made a run for it.
She slammed the door to the bedroom, locked it, and fumbled, getting to the box but before she got it opened, she heard a crash. Liam had broken the door down and then he had her.
He spun her around and had her by the shoulders, “Long time no taste…” He had a big smile.
“No!” Kyla screamed and scrambled for the dagger but the box went flying in the struggle and landed on the floor. Kyla landed on the floor. Liam flipped her and was hovering over her on his knees. He had her pinned, her wrists over her head.
“I spent years craving her taste but after tasting you I can’t even remember what she tasted like. But you… I’m going to fucking feast on you!”
Where was the cold? Where was that power she needed to throw him off?
“Tristan is---” she started.
“Busy. He’s arguing with Mommie Dearest.”
He gave her that wide toothpaste commercial smile. And then his fangs were out. And then finally, FINALLY, that cold feeling burst out of her with a huge amount of force, so much that she feared she was about to explode and she flung him and he crashed into the wall.
Thank GOD Tristan had just fed.
She scrambled to get to her feet but he was coming back at her. She shoved at his gut and he went flying back and glass smashed as he went right through the bedroom window.
Kyla crawled quickly over to the box on the floor and pulled the dagger out. It was the same as the other one but this one was a little bit smaller, a bit lighter in weight.
Liam was back, through the bedroom door, and he looked very surprised.
“That was fun. Joseph was right. You are a feisty little thing.”
She pointed the dagger at him and he stopped in his tracks.
“What is that? Jasper had one too.” He jerked his chin up.
“Come here so I can show you,” she sneered, “I’ll show you and then Tristan will fucking END YOU!”
She lunged for him but he backed up into the hall saying, “I’ll be back. I’ll be back and I’ll feast on you and then I’ll crush Walker into dust.” He zoomed down the stairs and out the door.
She rushed down the stairs. Adrian was sitting up, his head bowed,
“Adrian!” she yelled.
He looked up, looking dazed, oblivious to what’d just happened and then he saw the dagger in her hand and his eyes went wide.
“Liam was here!” she shouted, “He’s here!”
Adrian rushed to his feet and said, “Come with me.”
“He’s outside somewhere; I threw him out the window. He was back and now he’s gone---” She ended that sentence with a squeak because without warning Adrian grabbed her and zoomed away with her in his arms and a moment later Kyla found herself in Adrian’s office. He wasn’t as fast as Tristan but was faster than Sam.
She could instantly feel Tristan; he must be close by. She could feel his fury. Arctic chill. It was cold and angry and scary. She shivered in response.
Adrian set her down on a chair and went right to the phone on his desk and pressed a button.
“Lock down,” she heard him say, both from right in front of her and she also heard it through an intercom, “Code black. Lock down. Code black.”
An alarm sounded and it was so loud that her hands automatically covered her ears. She still had the dagger in her right hand. She examined it. Adrian’s eyes were on her. He reached into a drawer in his desk and his body went solid.
The alarm sound halted in time to hear him say “No.”
He yanked the desk drawer out all the way and threw it, “Fuck!”
“What?” Kyla breathed.
“My dagger. My dagger is gone.”
He flipped a laptop on his desk open and was furiously clicking for a minute and then his face went enraged.
His phone was ringing from his pocket.
He hit a button, “Tristan. I have her. No, she’s fine. She has it. But there’s a problem. Liam Donavan has my dagger.”
Kyla wanted to barf.
“My office,” he said into the phone and then hit a few buttons on the computer, “No, you’re clear to move. The system is open for all basic doors. Get here.”
She heard a bleep over the loudspeaker.