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been for use with Lex and our connection.
     
    With Nira stepping to the side, almost undetectable, she moved me further into the room, behind the line of wolves as well as away from those treacherous stairs. The idea that she too had worried about being shoved down them as the fight began was not comforting. Wasn’t like I couldn’t be broken by being pushed back against this wall by two of their bodies battling it out. I watched as she took her small flashlight and signaled the three-flash SOS they’d established. We were outnumbered here, almost two to one, and needed back-up, as Nira would not leave my side, I knew.
     
    I heard the metal steps cry out as six more came, vampire and then wolf, leaving the fight evenly matched even with Nira out of the battle. My stomach rolled, not wanting to even so much as witness what would come next. Whatever happened, good or bad, I knew that Nira would not leave me. In fact, what hit me hardest at that moment was the knowledge that she would take me to safety before she would trade me for Lex or Vivian or Riker’s lives.
     
    I was currently what the man in the black suit wanted, and these vampires and werewolves around me would fight to the death to prevent him from getting me. While there was some small measure of comfort in it, it also brought about the horrible possibility of Lex being left behind to die. I didn’t feel he had much longer, whatever they were doing to him. I was so close now that I couldn’t imagine being forced to leave without him.
     
    I had been, and planned to continue, to follow their lead, but faced with being forced to leave without him, it might just end up my breaking point. I didn’t know what I’d do. In my mind, I would sacrifice myself to be with him, even if just for a short time. It all terrified me, and left me trembling violently in Nira’s grasp.
     

Chapter Seven
     
    I just watched as the battle lines were drawn, like out of some old movie I had to watch in high school where the greasers fought a group called the socs. Small steps were taken until the eleven pairs matched up, some werewolf against werewolf with others vamp against werewolf. The growls and hisses grew, nonverbal threats I guessed, as feet seemed to stomp on the ground, bodies appearing to shake to prepare themselves.
     
    I held my breath, waiting for the first clash of bodies to happen. Like that stillness before a storm, the room grew silent, like no one even dared to breathe. Next thing I knew, I jumped half out of my skin as a stronger gust of wind blew and dropped another piece of window to the ground. While Nira grabbed onto me, I assumed expecting the worst, for that sound to be the final straw, all hell broke out in the room. Like I was a child, though I took no offense, she’d gone from having one simple arm around my shoulders to using her free hand to bring my head to her chest. I could still see enough of the room, though. I don’t think she meant to shield my vison, just my head from injury, given whatever might fly.
     
    Closest to us, a werewolf raised up onto his hind quarters, almost daring the vampire across from him to come at him. In response, the vampire threw his hands out to his sides, fingers held ridged, tense, curling in. When the werewolf fell back to all fours, the vampire actually took two steps back. If I hadn’t met them prior to this point, I’d have thought this a sign of weakness, but I realized as I saw the vampire’s shoulders raise and his teeth elongate that he was just playing with the wolf, pissing him off, in fact. It was working all too well, I feared.
     
    I had these fleeting moments of wanting to cry out, to tell one of them to look out, but again, I bit my lip so as not to do so. I’d only serve as a distraction. At times, I wanted to cover my face, to not have to watch, while at others, I wanted to root someone on. It was like watching a cage fight, that MMA stuff on TV. I’d gone out with a guy once that was into