The Dark City Chronicles ⁓ Book Three
The apocalypse looms ever closer! Steamy romance, heart-stopping action, seductive vampires, magic that defies nature, sprinkles of dark-humor, and, as always, the everlasting bonds of friendship.
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A shot rang close by.
Kiernan flinched. In an instant, he had no weight on his back and no gun against his head.
Looking over his shoulder, Kiernan saw Dallas kneeling, clutching his bleeding ear that took the brunt of a bullet.
Dallas must have realized how close he came to death because his blue eyes were wide. His face was satisfyingly battered. Nose askew, dark bruises forming, and thick smears of blood.
Kiernan rose onto his palms, biting back a groan of pain, and over his shoulder, he saw Lucas stepping out of the pink smoke. The mage was pale, and the rifle in his grasp shook slightly.
Even unsteady, Lucas wasn't going to hesitate to pull the trigger again, this time aimed at Dallas's head.
But seconds before the bang of the gun firing resounded, out of the smoke, a vampire in tactical gear grabbed and shoved the barrel away.
The bullet was sent towards the ceiling.
Lucas's focus shifted to keeping himself alive. The vampire in tactical gear was coming at him viciously. The mage couldn't use the rifle because it was close quarters. And he wasn't in a state to be in a brawl, hobbled by his injury. But he was doing impressively well for a human.
The mage had already shown during their scuffle with the Sinclair vampires that he wasn't any mere fighter. He was trained and held his own until he'd taken a stray bullet to the leg. He was beyond formidable, and Kiernan's wariness of Lucas skyrocketed.
That was until another vampire flanked Lucas, and he started losing the fight quickly, struggling to keep himself standing.
The mage took a grisly hit to the gut, and Kiernan's breath burned with empathy.
Kiernan looked at Dallas sharply. The vampire was on his knees, blue eyes fixed on him, gun held steady between them, and waiting to see what Kiernan did in the next few seconds.
"I'll kill you," Kiernan growled.
Dallas gave a lazy half-smile. "Sure, boss." He waggled his gun. "Would be smart to shoot you right now, then."
Kiernan scoffed. They both knew Dallas wouldn't shoot him.
He didn't glance at the nearby brawl, even though every muscle in his body tensed for him to do so. He waited until Dallas rose and put enough distance between them to avoid being pounced on the moment he turned away, which he wouldn't put past the imbecile to risk.
He wanted revenge, but he didn't have a choice.
Kiernan cursed and stood, turning away.
The bond he had with Reid was silent. Somewhere, the boy was unconscious, and from the agony Kiernan had felt, that was a mercy.
He angrily strode toward the smoke and chaos, grabbing the wrist of the vampire about to punch Lucas.
He twisted until he heard the bone crack. The vampire's shrill cry made Kiernan angrier. He kicked the vampire's knee with a growl. The sickening snap of his leg bone was audible.
