The sounds of pain and the smell of death grew as they drew closer to the battle. Vlad felt adrenaline flood his body as he prepared to round the corner.
“Wait.” Alex placed a hand on his arm to stay his progress, before stepping around him and peeking around the corner.
“We’ve got to move quickly.” From the worry in her voice, he could tell it was bad. As they moved around the corner, the scene that unfolded before them had him acting on impulse.
“Christy!” She whirled at the sound of her name, dark eyes narrowing on his. A shudder worked through him as he realized he was starring at death.
“It’s ok, baby. You don’t have to fight anymore. I’m here to take you home.” While she focused on him, Donovan’s men quickly fell back, leaving him alone with her.
“Really?” Amusement lit her eyes
