CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
No. Not again.
Spinning on my heel, I lunge toward his fallen body.
From behind me, a giant’s voice booms, “I’ll hold them off!”
That must be Kit. No doubt she’s changed to match that voice.
A second later, the sound of her enormous fist slamming into someone’s flesh confirms it.
I block out the sounds of the fight, focusing on the prone figure in front of me. Valerian’s clothes are singed where the ball hit him, but the skin underneath isn’t charred, just reddened, like after a bad sunburn.
The breath I’ve been holding escapes my lungs. He must know how much of a trouble magnet he is, and wore protective gear.
I check his pulse. Faint but there.
My own pulse settles into a steadier rhythm. Swiftly, I scan myself for any hint of vampire blood from earlier. I kn
