![]() ![]() Phury tore across the road, hearing Vishous pound it out behind him. Suicidal maniac that he was, he headed right for the undead triangle with nothing but a black dagger in his hand. ![]() The vampire race's enemies traveled in packs and were always armed?em>Holy hell! Three of the pale-haired slayers got out, and only the driver looked wobbly. No telling how many lessers were in the car or what kind of munitions they had. Those undead bastards were durable.Īs the Escalade heaved to a stop, Phury popped his door while going for his Beretta. ![]() The lessers they'd chased out to Caldwell's rural edges might have just had their ride screwed by the laws of physics, but that didn't mean they were out of commission. Phury kept an eye on his twin and went for his seat belt. Split second later he sprang to his feet and hauled ass, gunning for the steaming, crumpled sedan that now had a pine tree for a hood ornament. The headlights swung around and caught Z rolling on the snow-covered asphalt in a ball. Phury's shoulder slammed against the window as Vishous sent the SUV into a controlled skid. And didn't stop his twin from leaping free of the Escalade while the thing was going fifty miles an hour. ![]() Phury's voice barely carried over the sound of the car crash in front of them. ![]()
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