“What?”
“My heels! Lupus amended them, they’re made of silver. I should have thought of it before! Anyway, I'm not taking them off.”
“Now, don't be a heroine. Come on, we're wasting precious time.”
That said, Tom gathered his swords from the ground and wielded them with a firm hand. He came out of the thick woods with her, who wisely stayed attached to his beads. After all, he was a Legionary, a centurion no less: his extensive knowledge had to count for something!
Less than six feet ahead, Tom told her to duck and she obeyed: three vampires were running in their direction but, before they could find out if they were fleeing or bringing help, they ended up meeting the trajectory of her husband's swords. He pierced one in the stomach, the other in the neck, almost completely cutting off
