inside a dark building. Della could smell
old blood and vampire sweat. While she couldn’t see for shit, she could also smell
the bloodthirsty crowd. No longer just twelve rogues to deal with, but more than fifty.
Her chest clutched with fear and the realization that maybe she should have taken
her chances back at the park.
The lights suddenly flashed on and the crowd hiding in the shadows appeared. In the
middle of the room was a boxing ring. Steve looked at her, concern tightening his
gaze.
The crowd cheered and Della looked back up. A girl was pushed into the ring. She looked
scared, but also determined. Della tightened her brows and saw she was half werewolf,
half vampire. Were being her dominant species. She was obviously an extra. And from
her stance, Della also assessed she was a willing victim.
“And here I thought I was just going to get to kill a human or two,” Della said, praying
her voice didn’t shake.
“Oh, we do that, too. But we change it up to keep it interesting.”
Bingo, Della thought. They could leave now. Unfortunately, she didn’t see that happening.
The girl turned and looked at Della with something akin to hatred. Della knew this
was the girl she was supposed to fight.
The smell of dried blood in the air warned Della just how far this fight was supposed
to go.
She looked at the leader of the rogues who had met them. “It’s hard to fight someone
I have nothing against.”
“When she takes her first punch, you’ll have something against her. She’s not nearly
as weak as she looks. Sort of like you, I’ll bet.” He pulled out his knife again.
“Go fight her, Miss Sass, and let’s see how good you really are.”
Della swallowed a knot of fear, but she forced herself to ask. “Where does this end?”
“What do you mean?” he asked, but his smirk told her he knew exactly what she meant.
“I knock her out, it’s over, right?” She was hoping.
His eyes brightened with plain ol’ evilness. “What fun would that be?” He brought
the knife up and stared at the blade. “It ends when one of you stops breathing and
becomes a willing blood donor, that’s when it’s over. So the question is, will we
be drinking your blood at sunrise or hers?”
“Hmm,” Della said, and worked at keeping the horror from showing on her face. She
glanced at Steve. He cut his eyes up to the ceiling. She didn’t know what the hell
the message was, but she hoped it meant he had a plan. Because, God help her, she
couldn’t think of one right now. And she was either about to kill someone, or be killed.
Chapter Five
Della got into the ring thinking there would be a bell, thinking she’d come up with
a way out of this crap, but nope—on both counts. Before she had a chance to catch
her breath, the girl attacked.
Della still didn’t have a clue what to do. But when she took a fist to the cheek and
it hurt like hell, she decided letting this girl beat the crap out of her wasn’t a
good plan, either.
Della ducked the girl’s second punch. The crowd booed.
The were came at her again and Della grabbed the girl by the arm and unceremoniously
tossed her across the ring. She landed hard, but was back on her feet in seconds.
As the girl danced around throwing punches like some boxing queen, Della briefly found
Steve in the crowd. He glared right at her and then cut his eyes upward again.
The second of lost focus cost Della dearly, for the girl struck again, this time kicking
Della right in the ribs. Air whooshed out of her lungs as pain caused her to stumble
back. That’s when her gaze caught the slight opening in the ceiling, where an air
vent had once been.
Okay, now she knew Steve’s plan, but didn’t he realize that these other vamps could
fly, too?
Another foot came at Della’s face. She grabbed the leg by the ankle and slung the
girl outside the ring. Yelps and cries for blood echoed from the crowd. The girl