CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Pain explodes in my body as I throw myself to the side, rolling for all I’m worth.
Except I don’t roll fast enough. The sword slices through my upper arm, the blade supernova-hot as it parts my flesh.
It takes all my will not to pass out as a wave of nausea crashes into me.
The Enforcer raises the sword again.
A dark patch shimmers in my vision. Before I can make sense of it, Onassis’s sword blocks the Enforcer’s blade.
Panting, I try to sit up and scoot out of the way of the clashing swords.
My body doesn’t cooperate. Must be too damaged.
Fine. Leaving puddles of blood behind me, I crawl. And crawl. And crawl some more. When I can’t move another inch, I peek over my shoulder.
The Enforcer headbutts the uber and rips into his throat with sharp vampire fangs.
