Kiss of Crimson (Midnight Breed 2) - Page 8

Four dark shapes were moving down the sloping embankment from the area of the factory, all of them carrying serious hardware. While Breed vampires could live for hundreds of years and withstand severe physical injuries, they were still essentially flesh and bone. Pump enough lead into them, sever major arteries--or worse, their head--and they died, same as any other living being.

But not without one hell of a fight.

Dante kept low and waited for the newcomers to come into range. When they did, he opened fire on them, taking out a knee of one and planting a slug into the head of another. He was oddly relieved to see that they were Rogues, the titanium in the custom-crafted rounds dropping them instantly and sending them into swift cellular meltdown.

The remaining Rogues fired back, and Dante narrowly avoided the spray, moving farther back along the side of the boathouse. Damn. Taking cover meant sacrificing the position of offense. Not to mention the fact that it impeded his ability to track his enemies' approach. He heard them coming closer as he reloaded a new clip into the pistol.

Then, silence.

He waited for a second, gauging his surroundings.

Something bigger than a bullet flew through the air toward the boathouse. It clattered heavily onto the planks of the dock and rolled to a stop.

Holy Christ.

They'd lobbed a frigging grenade at him.

Dante sucked in a breath and flung himself into the river a mere instant before the thing blew, tossing the boathouse and half the dock into the air with a giant explosion of smoke, flame, and shrapnel. The percussion was like a sonic boom under the murky water. Dante felt his head snap back, his entire body racked with unbearable pressure. Above him, debris rained down onto the surface of the river, backlit by a blinding spray of orange fire.

His vision clouded as the concussion dragged him under. He started sinking, drifting with the strong pull of the current.

Unable to move as the river swept him, unconscious and bleeding, downstream.

Chapter Two

Special delivery for Doctor Tess Culver."

Tess glanced up from a patient's file and smiled, despite the late hour and her general fatigue. "One of these days, I'm going to learn to say no to you."

"You think you need more practice? How about if I ask you to marry me again?"

She sighed, shaking her head at the bright blue eyes and dazzling all-American grin that were suddenly turned on her. "I'm not talking about us, Ben. And what happened to eight o'clock? It's fifteen minutes to midnight, for Pete's sake."

"You got plans to turn into a pumpkin or something?" He pushed off the doorjamb and sauntered into her office. Leaning down, he kissed her cheek. "Sorry I'm so late. These things don't tend to adhere to the clock."

"Uh-huh. So, where is it?"

"Around back, in the van."

Tess stood, pulling an elastic hair band from her wrist and fastening it around her unbound hair. The mass of blondish-brown curls was unruly, even freshly styled. Sixteen hours into her shift at the clinic left it in a state of total anarchy. She blew a wisp of hair from her eyes and strode past her ex-boyfriend to the hallway outside.

"Nora, will you prep a syringe of ketamine-xylazine, please? And ready the exam room for me too-- the big one."

"You bet," chirped her assistant. "Hi, Ben. Happy Halloween."

He shot her a wink and a crooked smile that would have melted the knees of any red-blooded woman. "Nice costume, Nora. The Swiss Miss braids and lederhosen are a great look for you."

"Danke sch?n," she replied, beaming at his attention as she skirted the reception station and headed for the clinic pharmacy.

"Where's your costume, Tess?"

"I'm wearing it." Walking ahead of him through the kennel area, past half a dozen sleepy dogs and nervous cats peering at them through their cage bars, Tess rolled her eyes. "It's called the Super Vet Who's Probably Going to Get Arrested for This One Day costume."

"I won't let you get into any trouble. I haven't yet, have I?"

"What about you?" She pushed open the door to the back storage room of the small clinic and walked through with him. "This is a dangerous business you're in, Ben. You take too many risks." "You worried about me, Doc?"

"Of course I worry. I love you. You know that."

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