Chapter 20
***Nite’s POV***
“S**t!” His abdomen barely made the twist in time to avoid the drooling maw of the undead creature before him. He wrapped an arm around the beast's throat in attempt to snap its neck, but Nite didn’t expect what came next. The decaying form leapt high into the air with solely the force of its hind legs and Nite flinched in painful confusion as his head collided with the ceiling. He landed harshly on his stomach against the corner table, destroying it easily, and rolled down to the tiled floor below with a sharp inhale and a loud ‘oof’ upon impact.
Nite growled angrily and jumped back to his feet, cracking his neck with just a swift tilt of his head in either direction. Filthy f*****g thing, Volkov spat, ready to take control when Nite needed him
