Blade Bound (Chicagoland Vampires 13) - Page 74

Damn straight.

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We did more El shots, a few shots in Pritzker Park, a few shots in front of brick walls, and then the same shots with a variety of people. Shay offered to walk us down to Buckingham Fountain, but Ethan’s looks were becoming increasingly incendiary, and I was losing my immunity to their heat.

“We could take—,” Shay began, but I cut her off with a hand.

She’d been taking pictures for hours. And my mother had long since departed the wedding, so she’d forfeited her right to complain.

“I believe we have adequately captured the moment,” I said, and glanced at Ethan. “Unless you disagree?”

“There is one I’d like to get,” he said with a smile so sly I was afraid he’d suggest she follow us back to the hotel. But instead, he took my hand, and we walked back to the library and the entrance on Van Buren. We reached the arched brass doors, CHICAGO PUBLIC LIBRARY etched into the glass in the arch.

“Here,” he said, and, without bothering to explain, picked me up. I squealed, wrapped my arms around his neck as he centered our bodies beneath the sign.

His smile held cool confidence. “Proof that I managed to get her out of the library.”

I rolled my eyes during the first shot, smiled during the second, and pressed my lips to his cheek during the third. “Thank you for indulging me,” he said, when he put me down again. He pressed his lips to my forehead. But even that chaste act sent frissons of excitement and anticipation through me.

“Thanks, guys,” Shay said. “It was a great event. I’ll be in touch.” But her gaze was on the display on the back of her camera, fingers busily working the controls.

“I bet she says that to all the girls.”

“She probably does,” Ethan said. “But we’re done, so let’s take our leave.”

“Your limo is around the corner,” Amit said with a grin that told me he and Malik had done some decorating.

Hand in hand, we walked around the building to South Plymouth, where the library’s red brick gave way to dark glass and sleek steel. The limo sat at the curb, JUST MARRIED in white block letters across the back window, white balloons affixed to the fender and trunk, blue and white ribbons and streamers spilling out from beneath the back bumper.

“And I guess that’s our ride,” Ethan said dryly.

My first thought was that Amit had been offended by the comment, had made the sound that speared the air in front of us. Ethan realized the truth faster, threw a protective hand in front of me as he stared into the shadowed street.

The sound hadn’t been an objection.

It had been a scream.

A dozen humans filled Plymouth between Congress and Van Buren, and they were beating the shit out of one another, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing through the near darkness. The crowd was a mix of people in street clothes, pajamas, suits, and an assortment of ages, genders, races.

Cars were stopped in the middle of the dark street where people had simply abandoned them, climbed out, and begun pummeling one another, engines running and radios still blasting. Doors to apartment buildings were open, and a paper bag of fast food—someone’s late-night snack forgotten—lay tipped over on the sidewalk.

This wasn’t a party, wedding or otherwise. It was a fight.

I couldn’t tell what had started it. It didn’t look like a turf war or victory riot. This was a brawl that had brought people out of cars, out of homes when they should have been sleeping. And there was no obvious cause. But something had driven these people to violence.

“What the hell is this?” Catcher asked.

A man ran toward us, yanking at tufts of his hair. “The voice! Get the goddamned screaming out of my head!”

This man wasn’t the only one screaming those words—the same words I’d heard Winston mutter. And he wasn’t the only one with panic practically itching across his skin.

I swore, and could feel the blood drain from my face. There’s something in the air, Gabriel had said. It feels like the world is shifting.

Was this what he’d meant?

“Winston,” Ethan said quietly, as if raising his voice might have drawn them closer.

I nodded. “Yeah,” I said, but the word felt thick on my tongue. And in the back of my throat, the sharp tang of chemicals, just like I’d sensed in the House.

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