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The guy stopped, looked down as if he couldn’t believe something had hit him.
The girl slowed down; the other guy booked it to the fence.
Chase booked it right behind him. He caught the guy by the feet and yanked him back. He hit the ground. Hard.
But obviously not hard enough.
The were bolted up and took a swing. Chase beat him to the punch … literally.
The guy dropped.
Hearing yells from inside the house, Chase swung back around to take care of the girl and check on Burnett.
The girl was hunched down beside the tranquilized were.
“Stop right there.” Chase ran over. “I don’t like hurting girls, but—”
“Please don’t hurt me,” she begged in a soft voice.
“I won’t. Just don’t move,” he ordered.
She moved.
She shot up. Chase’s reaction came a fraction of a second too late. He spotted the gun in her hand. Almost like slow motion, he saw her finger twitch, and saw the gun go off.
* * *
Della, poised to remove the bat from the were, stopped when she heard another stranger’s voice from the den.
“Bring her in here.”
Marla’s squeal and her mom’s and dad’s gasps filled Della’s ears and banged into her heart.
Swallowing, she dropped her hold on the bat, wiped the blood from it on her jeans, and turned around.
The were used the bat to push her forward.
Her mom and dad were on the sofa, and another half were stood beside them holding a gun pointing in their direction. Her mom’s skin lacked color. Her blue eyes were wide, and Della saw the handprint on her face. Somebody had hit her. Her stomach knotted.
Her dad had blood oozing from his lip, and his eye was swollen, evidence he’d tried to fight. Was that his blood she’d wiped on her jeans?
The sandy-haired vamp, or at least mostly vamp, stood by the big bay window. Stone.
The murdering lowlife had Marla’s arm. No doubt, his firm grip would leave bruises. Her sister had tears running down her face and kept her head turned away from Stone.
Only then did Della notice that the man’s eyes glowed, and he’d let his canines come out to play. He obviously enjoyed scaring people. And he was succeeding.
“Let her go,” Della told Stone.
Marla let out another cry.
“It’s gonna be okay,” she told her sister, but didn’t take her eyes off Stone, all the while fighting to keep her canines in and her eyes from brightening.
“Of course it is. Big sister is gonna save the day.” Stone laughed, the sound heavy. Evil. Della’s heart thumped against her breast bone.
“I love spunk,” Stone said.
“But you only get one of them. I get the other?” said the were holding the gun on her parents.
