Warrior (Relentless #4)(70)

The vampire closest to Eli said something I couldn’t hear.

Eli snarled at him. “She is mine, and I will not give her up! You heard the Master. Kill her or take her, but the girl is not to be left behind.”

Sara’s voice rang out. “Kill me then. All I ever wanted was to find the one who killed my father, and here you are. Knowing that my friends will rip you to shreds – all of you – after I’m dead is enough for me.”

My shock at hearing that Eli had killed her father was tempered only by the fresh wave of fear her words sent through me. The calm acceptance in her voice filled my veins with ice.

The vampires heard it too, and I could see panic on their faces. Some of them looked around, preparing to run.

“Stand firm!” Eli shouted at them. “You would dare disobey the Master’s orders?”

The vampires rushed to form a shield in front of their leader. Behind me a few wolves let out low growls.

My eyes stayed on Sara, and my body shook as I watched Eli pull her against him and put his mouth to her ear. I could not hear his words, but I saw the revulsion on her face as she responded to whatever he’d said to her.

It killed me to stand there and watch her suffer his touch, but I was acutely aware of how close they were to the edge of the cliff. Eli was as fast as I was, and he’d be over the cliff with her before I could reach them.

“I’ll kill you!” she cried suddenly, trying to pull away from Eli.

He laughed, and Sara stopped struggling. Her eyes met mine, and I saw the resolve in them. She was planning something.

I wanted to shout at her, to tell her no. She had no chance, surrounded as she was by so many vampires.

Eli wrapped his arms tighter around her waist. “Maybe I’ll keep you until I find dear Madeline. I’ve never had a mother and daughter at one time.”

Instead of cowering, Sara taunted him. “You sick bastard! I’m going to enjoy watching you die, Eli.”

Some of the vampires turned to stare at her. Eli sneered and spoke loud enough for all to hear. “You’re brave enough to say that now, but soon you will beg to die. I will use you and drink from you over and over until I have had my fill. And when there is nothing left, I will send you to be with your dear father.”

Blood roared in my ears, and my body felt like a spring coiled too tight. My control was about to snap.

Eli jerked and made a choked sound. He stumbled back from Sara, clawing at the hilt of the knife she had buried in his chest. The same knife I’d given her that day on the wharf.

No one else moved.

Every pair of eyes was riveted on the girl who stood quietly, her face serene as she watched the vampire who had terrorized her gasp his last breath.

I was moving toward Sara before Eli hit the ground. The vampires recovered from their shock, and half a dozen of them came to intercept me. One went down before they could reach me, an arrow protruding from his chest. Chris was as deadly with a crossbow as he was with a sword. He felled a second vampire, leaving me to engage the last four. I took down one before a huge gray werewolf leapt at the throat of another vampire.

I was battling the last two vampires when a terrified scream curdled my blood. I spun toward the cliff in time to see a vampire sling Sara over his shoulder and run for the edge. “Sara!” I shouted, lunging at two female vampires who were harder to kill than their brethren.

A black wolf sped past me toward Sara. My gut twisted with the knowledge that he wouldn’t reach her in time.

An arrow zipped past my head, and the vampire and Sara crumpled to the ground. She pushed his weight off her and got to her feet, looking dazed.

A vampire ran at me, and I drove my sword into her heart as I shouted, “Sara, run!”

She started toward me and jerked suddenly. Her pain hit me, and I stared in horror at the knife embedded in her chest. Blood quickly soaked her shirtfront, and she stumbled.

“No!” I roared, slashing at the vampire that stood between us. The vampire fell, and I turned to the cliff.

Sara was gone.

I dropped my swords and raced to the edge of the cliff. Below in the foaming surf, I spotted something dark and wavy, seconds before it disappeared beneath the surface.

“Sara!” I bellowed as I dove after her.

I sensed her before my body hit the water. My momentum took me down a dozen or so feet. Then I flipped around and began searching for her. The water was deep, but I could see clearly as I cut through it with strong strokes. I swam to where she should have been and dove to the bottom. I turned in a complete circle, confused. I could feel her nearby, but there was no sign of her.

I could stay underwater longer than a human, but eventually I was forced to come up for air. I broke the surface and sucked in large gulps of air before I headed back down.

It took me several seconds to realize Sara’s presence was growing fainter off to my right. An underwater current tugged at me and I followed it, praying it would lead me to her.

The current flowed into a small cove. She was here; I could feel her. But the moment I entered the cove, she vanished. One second I felt her, and the next I felt nothing.

“Sara.” I surfaced and called to her over and over as I searched the cove.

Pain crushed my chest when I finally swam back to the base of the cliff. She couldn’t be gone. I’d know if she was dead. I felt our bond, strong and alive inside me, and the pain lessened. If she was dead, there would be no bond.