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Boundary Born (Boundary Magic #3)(11)
Author: Melissa F. Olson

The woman leaned down to the hole in the bulletproof glass and took a big whiff through her nose. I’d once seen Quinn do something similar. “I can smell your fear, darlin’. And the death in your blood. Mmmm.”

I raised the sidearm and shot for the same hole in the window, just on general principle, but she danced back, laughing. “Why don’t you come out and play with us?” she called out.

Then it hit me—why hadn’t they already killed us? They could have kicked in the Jeep’s windows and dragged us out by now, or hell, just tossed in a Molotov cocktail and called it a day. But they were keeping their distance. I looked at Quinn again. I could tell he was thinking the same thing, but he seemed as puzzled as I was.

“We’re pretty comfortable right here,” I yelled.

“Oh, we don’t care about your boyfriend,” the woman said through the hole. “We just want you. But if you don’t come out, we’ll have to come in, and then we won’t be nearly so nice to Mr. Quinn.”

Shit. Quinn read my thoughts and shook his head violently. When I shifted my weight, he actually grabbed my arm. “Don’t you dare,” he whispered.

Behind him, the male vampire started to kick the safety glass of the driver’s side window. He was deliberately slow about it, but he’d still get through the glass in a few seconds. There was no time. I leaned forward and kissed Quinn, taking the hand he’d laid on my elbow and moving it down to my forearm, so he could feel what was under the jacket sleeve. “Take the third,” I breathed, hoping the shattering glass would hide the sound.

Quinn’s face was tight, but he nodded, trusting me.

Big hands were reaching into the Jeep, swiping toward Quinn in a blur. “Okay!” I shouted. “Leave him alone, I’m coming out!”

The hands receded. “Throw that pistol out first, darlin’,” drawled the woman near my window. “We don’t want any accidents.”

Damn. There went Plan A. I ejected the clip and tossed the sidearm out the open window, hearing it clatter away. “That’s a good girl,” she purred.

Anger flared inside my head, but I was focused now. I put the clip in my jacket pocket just in case. Then I climbed over Quinn and started to crawl through the open window.

The male vampire was leaning against the Jeep, smirking. I made a show of scraping my back on the window, wincing. I reached up my right hand. “A little help?”

He hesitated for a second, but then gave a tiny shrug. There were three of them, and to him I was one little human. He reached down and took my right hand with his left.

God, I love being left-handed.

I popped up as fast as I’d ever moved in my life, swinging the shredder around to plunge it into his chest. And left it there.

Shredders are spelled to destroy whatever they touch when they’re at rest, basically causing a mini-implosion. The idea is to get to the vampire’s heart, but I hadn’t had the leverage to get it all the way through his breastbone. So instead it destroyed his breastbone. And probably some of the tissue around it.

The vampire dropped to the ground, screaming and clutching at his chest. The female vampire sped around the car toward me, but I’d spent years handling road flares, and I had the cap off and the igniter struck by the time she reached me. She couldn’t slow her momentum in time, so she wound up colliding with the flare, which burned my wrist a little. I’d been hoping to actually stab her with the thing, but I settled for setting her clothes and her long blonde braid on fire.

Howling with pain, she ran for the scrubby dirt on the other side of the bicycle path and dropped to the ground, trying to roll herself out. I had to drop the flare, but just as I did, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and saw the third vampire hurtling toward me. My would-be attacker was abruptly blindsided by Quinn, who burst through the car window like a missile, launching both of them into the darkness. The light wasn’t bright enough to make out their fight, but I heard scuffling and snarling. I ran for the discarded gun, picked it up, and snapped the magazine back in, whirling around to point it at the fight.

“It’s okay,” came Quinn’s voice out of the darkness. “He’s dead.”

I nodded, only then realizing it had gone quiet. I turned the weapon toward the female vampire, but there was nothing left but a skeleton-shaped fire. I relaxed my arm, lowering the sidearm.

Quinn’s form morphed out of the darkness. “Your wrist,” he said, reaching for me.

I realized I was rubbing it absently with my free hand. “Oh! It’s fine.” I let him look, but it was barely a first-degree burn. I’d put some salve on it and forget about it.

“Can you get the flashlight?” I asked Quinn. “Let’s talk to our survivor.”

We converged on the male vamp, who had gone still on the ground, both hands still clutching his chest like he could hold the bones together himself. It had to hurt like hell. Quinn snapped on the flashlight and held it high. The vampire blinked in the sudden light, looking at me with fear.

Good. He should be afraid.

Then I realized he was avoiding my eyes, his gaze darting from my forehead to my chest to Quinn, then back again in a frantic loop. He’d been warned not to look at me. Interesting. “What’s your name?” I asked him.

His lips moved, but only a wheezing hiss came out. “The stake must have punctured a lung, maybe both,” Quinn observed. “He needs air to talk.”

I sighed. “Do you still have baggies in the glove compartment?”

   
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