The Dark City Chronicles ⁓ Book One
The creatures of evil won't stand a chance! The Demon's Reprisal is an action-packed novel with spicy romance, seductive vampires, dark humor, budding love, and the everlasting bonds of friendship.
After the death...
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"That crazy bastard's going to be gunning for you," Axel says with a laugh, and he approaches them with soft squelches of his boots against wet earth. He stops behind Reid. "Up, kid."
"Fuc—" Reid would fight the arm snaking around his middle and hauling him to stand, but he's too busy choking back his shouts of agony as he's forced to put weight on his leg, and his entire left side screams at him to find a hole to lay down and sleep awhile. He struggles pitifully and ends up slumped against Axel, the meaty arm draped around his stomach the only thing keeping him upright.
Reid can only imagine what profanities are being spewed on the other end of the phone to cause Kiernan to pull the device away from his ear a few inches with a smile that has his fangs peeking from his lips.
Kiernan places the phone back to his ear and purrs, "Oh? You do remember me. I'm flattered, but that's not how you ask nicely." He pauses. "Very creative. Unfortunately, I'll have to decline; I quite like my prick where it is." Kiernan nudges his head towards Axel in a silent order and begins walking towards the side of the house.
Axel tries to pull Reid along; he's clearly hoping that Reid takes a few steps on his own with Axel's assistance, but it's not possible; the pain is too much. "Come on, kid. Walk."
"I can't," Reid says with a dry sob; he doesn't care that he sounds pathetic. "Let me sit down. Moron. You're making it worse." He can feel it; sweating like he has a fever and feeling nauseous from the way the pain settles deeper in his leg with even the subtlest pressure.
