Immortals After Dark 06 - Dark Desires After Dusk

to hurdle it —
    Like a shot, his body flew across the space, crashing into the wall of the forge, pinned there by a dozen swords.

    She hit the water with shattering force, a scream ripping from her chest.
    Eddies churned, keeping her submerged. Can’t get air. The roiling power of them.
    Kicking desperately, she stretched her arms up to the surface that she could see—but couldn’t reach.
    The underwater current seized her, shooting her down the river like a bullet in a rifle barrel. The force slammed her into a boulder; she clung to it with her claws, scrabbling up from the deep.
    Finally, she broke to the surface, sucking in air, but the waves soon pried her from her sanctuary, tossing her like dross.
    A fallen tree ahead. She swam frantically for it. Can’t miss it. Just ahead…almost there… Got it!
    She used it to haul herself in, then crawled on hands and knees up the rocky shore.
    I made it. With each ragged breath, she coughed, an agony on her ribs. I survived. I—
    Her ear twitched. She dragged her gaze up. And met red eyes glowing with an unearthly hunger.
    For her.

    “If you don’t release me, she’s going to die!” he bellowed as Groot approached him. Cade had never wanted anything so much as he wanted over that ledge. With all his might, he writhed, slicing his skin on the swords, biting at his own flesh to get free.
    “She probably wouldn’t have survived the falls,” Groot said, pinching his nose and snapping it back in place. “But if she did, would you really expect me to let you go with the female, the sword, and my secret location?”
    “Fuck the sword!” At last, Cade was turning completely. “Keep it! And I’ll vow to the Lore…not to tell of this place.”
    “Even if the Valkyrie lived, she’ll be infected or eaten before anyone gets to her. Besides, there’ll be another Vessel in a few centuries. And all I have is time.”
    Cade roared with fury, his horns straightening, sharpening, his fangs and claws lengthening.
    “I’d really hoped you would kill my brother, but now I see you can’t be controlled.”
    You have no idea.
    Groot sent another sword flying straight for his neck. In a rush of blood, Cade tore free, ducking under the sword with an inch to spare. Once more, he lumbered toward the railing, almost to the edge…Thoughts grew hazy in his rage state. Get to my female…Protect her…
    Groot himself sacked Cade with the force of a freight train. He looped a thick arm around Cade’s neck. “I can squeeze the life out of you, demon…”
    I want over that goddamned edge! Cade’s head shot back, his sharpened horns sinking into Groot’s face like a viper’s fangs.
    The sorcerer collapsed, instantly paralyzed; at once, revenants descended upon Cade.
    He mindlessly slashed at them with claws, horns, fangs. But they couldn’t be slain as long as their master lived. Cade swung his gaze on Groot, then wrestled to get past more guards to him.
    The sorcerer lay with his grotesque muscles clenched, his eyes wide, registering everything, but unable to move.
    Snatching up his great body, Cade battled to get to the forge, taking sword thrusts, growling in fury with each strike. At the edge, he lifted Groot overhead.
    The bastard had recovered enough to beg, “Please…”
    With a roar, Cade heaved him into the fire.
    Flames consumed Groot’s body, then flared, too large to be contained in the smoke stack. The entire castle shuddered.
    Mortar cracked, stones beginning to plummet. Cade faced off against the revenants standing between him and the water. The next one that he slew stayed down. But the fortress never settled, continuing to quake on its supports. He felt heat building all around him…
    Cade fought ever closer to the ledge, to Holly, to protecting her.
    So close—
    The furnace erupted, exploding the forge, spewing boiling metal. The blast engulfed him, hurtling his seared body into a wall. He slumped down.
    The ground began to disappear beneath him, the castle giving way.

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    T he explosion in the distance distracted the Wendigo just long enough for Holly to bolt to her feet and sprint past them. The sky rained embers as blast after blast rocked the castle, towers collapsing.
    Holding her ribs, she raced down the riverside, slipping on the rocks. The Wendigo gave chase, running with a lumbering, uneven gait, their long, knifelike claws bared.
    More emerged from the shadows before her, forcing her to dart back toward the town. She realized they were