“Shall we?” I asked.
He nodded. I transported us to the first location of the night my way — no stepping, no lights, just the flash of light. Drake gasped. I let go of his hand and ran into the fray, eager to learn whose army it was that fought here.
“Do we know whose army?” I yelled back to Drake.
“Sariel’s,” someone yelled.
The fighting had already been going on for fifteen minutes when we arrived, and it was clear that the vampires had the advantage. The suicide vamps had done their job well, acting as shields to absorb the initial impact of angel fire and ice, allowing the others to slip through and cut the angels down.
Even the zombies had joined in, knowing the angels had come to kill them all, though they weren’t as effective as Drake’s vamps, and many of them died anyway.
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