Chapter 19.
Rogan.
I stared down at my mate, unconscious, lying next to her mother.
“God, they were incredible.” I glanced around the room, where there was nothing left of the vampires who were set on murdering us.
Nothing but piles of dust.
Vincent grabbed my arm. “We need to get them out of here. I can carry Fridge. Can you carry Sadie and her mother?”
It would be a stretch. One over each shoulder, perhaps? “I think I can. You sure you got him?”
Fridge had to weigh a hundred pounds more than Vincent, and I knew Vincent had taken a few injuries in the fight. More than a few.
He nodded. “I can do it.” He grabbed Fridge’s arm, knelt down, and pulled Fridge over his back in an old-fashioned fireman’s carry.
“Get the women,” he said, his face a grimace of pain.
I didn’t stop to ask
