A vampire lunged at her.
Selis stabbed it clean through the chest and kicked its twitching body aside, her boots squelching in the blood-soaked mud of the town square.
She didn't even have time to catch her breath before another one dropped from the rooftop with a snarl, claws outstretched.
"Oh, for fangs' sake—" She ducked and stabbed upward, skewering the creature through its jaw with a satisfying crunch. "Do you all have a schedule or something? Is it 'murder Selis at dusk o'clock'?"
They just kept coming—pale, gaunt monsters in ragged cloaks and feral hunger in their eyes. And behind them, looming tall in his crimson-trimmed armor, was the vampire lord. One of Salister's generals. This was no random raid.
This was vengeance.
Lucian had destroyed a nest. Their nest.
And now, they'd brought backup.
