thinking twice. But tonight, his mate was with him, and he wouldn’t be taking any chances with her around. Another dark sedan appeared out of nowhere, as Adrian glanced at the mirror again.
“I don’t know,” he yelled back. The second car was faster, and pulled alongside Angel’s side of the truck. “Can you see them?”
She peered out the window and screamed, “Gun!” She ducked down in her seat, just as the window shattered from the spray of bullets. He swung the truck to the left, cursing as he ran up on the sidewalk, hitting signs and parking meters. He tried to spin the truck back onto the street, but the truck slammed into something unseen.
Dazed, he pushed the air bag out the way. He reached to the side of his jeans and pulled out one of the daggers he kept clipped to his belt, and used it to pop the airbag. Everything had happened so fast, that he didn’t even remember the bag deploying.
“Angel,” he yelled out, frantic. “Are you all right?” He smelled the slight tinge of blood in the air. Her blood .
“I’m okay,” she gasped. “I hit my head, but I think I’m okay.”
“We’ve got to move.” He turned around to see the two cars parked not too far from them. He watched as two figures got out of both vehicles. “Now!” he commanded sharply. He opened his door, and stepped out.
“My door is jammed,” she screamed, trying to use her shoulder to open it.
“Come out my side.” Glancing back, he saw that the figures were approaching fast.
She quickly climbed over the console and into his arms. They would have to run for it if they were going to get away. Normally, he wouldn’t hesitate to face an enemy in hand-to-hand combat. He was an Olaru, and an Olaru never backed down from a battle. He was a powerful vampire who could handle himself, but Angel was not a skilled warrior such as he. Her safety was of the utmost importance right now.
“Where the fuck are Khalid and Viktor,” he muttered. He pushed her in front of him as he tried to put distance in between them and their pursuers. He cursed, noticing her limp, and knew that they wouldn’t be able to use their vampire speed to get away. His mate was hurt, and she was trying to hide it from him. They would have to speak of this later.
“You have nowhere to go, Shadow,” a voice yelled out, advancing on them fast. Two more figures appeared out of an alley in front of them. He pushed Angel behind him and turned in a circle, finding them surrounded.
Rogues.
He growled as his fangs descended; the need to protect his mate was strong. She whimpered, pressing her face into his back. He could sense her pain through their newly formed bond. These fuckers would pay for hurting her.
“What do you want?” Adrian growled, continuing to turn in circles slowly, holding Angel behind him with one arm. He didn’t trust any of them with his back, and he knew he was going to have to make a stand and fight them off.
“Give us Angelina,” one rogue said. “She belongs with us.”
“Not happening,” he snapped. Hell would freeze over before he would ever hand over his mate. She didn’t belong with rogue vampires. The only vampire she belonged with was him.
“There are six of us to your one,” another said. “Do you honestly think you stand a chance?”
“She’s mine. You’re going to have to go through me to get to her,” he declared, just as a large SUV came careening down the road.
Finally.
Shots could be heard as the SUV came to a screeching halt, with Khalid hanging out the window. The rogues scattered as Khalid jumped out of the truck with his modified rifle in hand.
Adrian took advantage of the distraction and ran as fast as he could with the injured Angel trailing behind him. Just as he went to turn to pick her up, she let out a scream as one of the rogues tried to yank her from Adrian.
A red haze clouded his vision, as a rage like no other fought to get out. They would not take his mate from him. Using his vampiric
“I don’t know,” he yelled back. The second car was faster, and pulled alongside Angel’s side of the truck. “Can you see them?”
She peered out the window and screamed, “Gun!” She ducked down in her seat, just as the window shattered from the spray of bullets. He swung the truck to the left, cursing as he ran up on the sidewalk, hitting signs and parking meters. He tried to spin the truck back onto the street, but the truck slammed into something unseen.
Dazed, he pushed the air bag out the way. He reached to the side of his jeans and pulled out one of the daggers he kept clipped to his belt, and used it to pop the airbag. Everything had happened so fast, that he didn’t even remember the bag deploying.
“Angel,” he yelled out, frantic. “Are you all right?” He smelled the slight tinge of blood in the air. Her blood .
“I’m okay,” she gasped. “I hit my head, but I think I’m okay.”
“We’ve got to move.” He turned around to see the two cars parked not too far from them. He watched as two figures got out of both vehicles. “Now!” he commanded sharply. He opened his door, and stepped out.
“My door is jammed,” she screamed, trying to use her shoulder to open it.
“Come out my side.” Glancing back, he saw that the figures were approaching fast.
She quickly climbed over the console and into his arms. They would have to run for it if they were going to get away. Normally, he wouldn’t hesitate to face an enemy in hand-to-hand combat. He was an Olaru, and an Olaru never backed down from a battle. He was a powerful vampire who could handle himself, but Angel was not a skilled warrior such as he. Her safety was of the utmost importance right now.
“Where the fuck are Khalid and Viktor,” he muttered. He pushed her in front of him as he tried to put distance in between them and their pursuers. He cursed, noticing her limp, and knew that they wouldn’t be able to use their vampire speed to get away. His mate was hurt, and she was trying to hide it from him. They would have to speak of this later.
“You have nowhere to go, Shadow,” a voice yelled out, advancing on them fast. Two more figures appeared out of an alley in front of them. He pushed Angel behind him and turned in a circle, finding them surrounded.
Rogues.
He growled as his fangs descended; the need to protect his mate was strong. She whimpered, pressing her face into his back. He could sense her pain through their newly formed bond. These fuckers would pay for hurting her.
“What do you want?” Adrian growled, continuing to turn in circles slowly, holding Angel behind him with one arm. He didn’t trust any of them with his back, and he knew he was going to have to make a stand and fight them off.
“Give us Angelina,” one rogue said. “She belongs with us.”
“Not happening,” he snapped. Hell would freeze over before he would ever hand over his mate. She didn’t belong with rogue vampires. The only vampire she belonged with was him.
“There are six of us to your one,” another said. “Do you honestly think you stand a chance?”
“She’s mine. You’re going to have to go through me to get to her,” he declared, just as a large SUV came careening down the road.
Finally.
Shots could be heard as the SUV came to a screeching halt, with Khalid hanging out the window. The rogues scattered as Khalid jumped out of the truck with his modified rifle in hand.
Adrian took advantage of the distraction and ran as fast as he could with the injured Angel trailing behind him. Just as he went to turn to pick her up, she let out a scream as one of the rogues tried to yank her from Adrian.
A red haze clouded his vision, as a rage like no other fought to get out. They would not take his mate from him. Using his vampiric
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