Chapter Thirty-One
No.
No one I care about is dying today.
“Someone give her blood!” I yell at the vampires in the room.
A tall, slender vampire closest to Kit rushes to do as I ask—only in that moment, Lug tosses a dazed-looking Chester into the air, and Chester flies right at Kit’s would-be-savior, accidently slashing his throat with the dagger in his hand.
They collapse together in a heap, seemingly passed out or worse.
“I guess I was luckier,” Lug says tauntingly.
“And I guess I’m luckier still,” Lilith says as she slices Lug into two equal pieces with the gate sword.
Then, instead of helping Kit, Chester, and the rest, Lilith zooms to where Tartarus and a few vampires are battling it out.
Gritting my teeth, I rip through Siegfried, and then Roy, fighting more fiercely than ev
