“Devon?” Tabatha frowned, looking around for Devon. Not seeing him, she struggled harder against her captor.
Hearing Envy’s panic, Devon jerked his golden eyes in her direction growling, when the fool girl came running toward him. Shifting to where he could stop Envy by putting himself between her and the razor sharp teeth coming at him, he felt her slam into him, just as Kriss appeared behind the vampire and shoved his fist into its back.
Devon’s eyes were fixed on the awesome sight of Kriss’ retreating hand, that now held the vampire’s heart.
Envy was so frightened that she dropped to her knees and pushed herself against the huge cat, trying to hide from the way Kriss was killing the vampires, as if they were mere toys.
Seeing Kriss kill the last vampire and turn his eyes to her, Tab
