บท 38: Chapter 38

Cole grabbed for Dara’s arm. Brady thought it was an attempt to pull her off, but it failed. She writhed within his grasp and slipped free, dragging Brady with her.

“Get the stake!” Brady shouted.

His order caught Pete’s attention too. Both male vampires snapped their heads to the side, zeroing in on the discarded piece of wood. Pete sprang forward at the same time as Cole, but then Dara threw Brady against the bank of drawers, and all he saw was stars.

His head was woozy. He was losing more blood, and his collar was sticking to his skin. If his shoulder wasn’t dislocated from how many times he’d landed on it, it would be soon. Every flex of his fingers made his entire left side throb in pain.

He would never beat her with physical force. The second she whipped her gaze around to meet his, Brady knew what he had to do.