Chapter 23Sword raised and ready to strike, Vilmos glanced around constantly as he advanced down the corridor of the tower block. Although he would have preferred Matteo to be many miles away, the next safest place was at his side.
Sparing a quick glance back at his lover, Vilmos received a smile and nod. He was proud of his mate and the way Matteo had agreed instantly they needed to be a part of the attack against Ciaran. Attack is always the best form of defence and no one could have been spared to protect us.
All they had to do—
“Vilmos, look out!” Matteo shouted out his warning.
The call broke into his reverie and Vilmos whirled around, ready to attack. The hellhound that bounded at him was dog-like enough from the front, except for its oversized, misshapen maw full of teeth. Howev
