Blood Warrior (The Arcadia Falls Chronicles #4)
and
pushed open the swinging door as quietly as I possibly
could.
    Neither of the vampires noticed us
enter, they were deep in conversation about which was better, the
blood of human males or females.
    Yeah, I wanted to vomit.
    As luck would have it, when we
entered, we came in behind them. As I carefully stepped toward them
with Drew and Luke on either side of me, I tightened my grip on my
gun. We made it to the back of the couch and that was when one of
them finally sensed us.
    “ You smell that?” no
jacket asked the other one.
    The vamp with the jacket raised his
nose to the air and sniffed. “Humans … and they are
very…”
    Before he could get another word in, I
cut off his sentence by jumping up over the back of the couch and
wrapping my arm around his neck in a headlock. Drew’s action was
synchronized with mine. The barrels of both our guns were pressed
against each of their heads.
    “ These bullets have rounds
of UV light in them,” I hissed. “If you make a move, I am going to
pump you full of it. Got it?”
    Each of the vampire’s sat unmoving,
except to speak. “What is it that you want?” the one I held onto
asked in a low voice.
    Luke stepped in front of them, both
his guns trained onto their hearts. “Is a woman named Korina on
this boat?”
    No jacket, whom Drew held down, bared
his fangs and let out a low growl. “Why would we tell you
that?”
    Luke nodded. “So she is,
then.”
    No jacket shook his head. “I didn’t
say that.”
    “ No, but you also did not
say that she wasn’t. You also could have denied knowing what I
speak of at all. You chose your words wrong.”
    No jacket threw the f-bomb around in a
couple of creative ways and then struggled against Drew. Obviously,
vampires are much stronger, so when the vamp reached up and grabbed
Drew by the shirt and flipped him over the top of the couch, Drew
fired. A loud crack echoed throughout the cabin and the bullet
lodged into the vampire’s forehead. No jacket slumped back into the
couch, bleeding from the hole in his head as the UV light started
to eat his brains away.
    Drew had landed on the delicate coffee
table in front of the couch. His body fell into it with so much
force that the table splintered and broke in half.
    “ You all right?” I asked
him.
    He groaned and picked himself up from
the remains of the broken table. “Yeah, but that gun shot just told
everyone on this boat we are in here.” He brushed at his
jeans.
    He was right, we didn’t have much time
now and we were so close to Korina. I tightened my grip on my gun,
pressing the barrel even harder into the side of the vampires head.
“Tell us where she is, right now!”
    He just spread his lips into a grin
and rolled his eyes up toward Luke. “I will never tell
you.”
    Luke sighed and turned, he paced the
length of the couch a couple of times before he turned back, raised
his gun and pulled the trigger. His round hit the vampire in the
knee cap.
    “ Son of a bit…”
    “ Where is she?” Luke
yelled.”
    “ Up yours,” the vampire
yelled back, and he was promptly rewarded for his good behavior by
Luke shooting him in his foot.
    “ You’re insane!” the
vampire screamed.
    Luke raised his eyebrows and flashed
the vamp his own grin. “Maybe, now you will tell me where she
is.”
    I was totally in shock. I had never,
ever seen Luke act this way. He was a good Hunter, for sure, but I
never thought I would see him basically torture someone. I couldn’t
decide if I liked it or if it scared me.
    This time the vampire got creative
with his answer and spit across the table in Luke’s direction, to
which Luke shot him in the other knee cap and then stared up into
the air as if he were bored. “I can do this all day,” he told the
vampire, “but you, on the other hand, this UV light in these rounds
is going to kill you pretty soon anyway, so you may as well end
your life by doing something for the greater good and tell us where
Korina is.”
    A few of

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