Lover Unleashed by J.R. Ward

Author:J.R. Ward
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, Sff, vampyre, Vampires
ISBN: 9781101513477
Publisher: Signet
Published: 2011-03-01T00:00:00+00:00

Vishous’s fangs elongated as a ring of slayers formed

around the opening of the al ey. These were old-school

numbers, he thought. Half a dozen at least—and they’d

clearly been given coordinates by their fel ow slayers.

Otherwise the mhis would have hidden the carnage from

them.

Given his mood, al the hi-how’re-ya should have been

a great thing.

Problem: The al ey’s construction meant there was only

one way out—apart from rushing the enemy’s ranks—and

that was pul ing a disappearing act. Ordinarily, that wouldn’t

have been an issue, as experienced fighters could, even in

the heat of battle, calm themselves enough to focus and

dematerialize—but you had to be relatively uninjured, and

you couldn’t take any fal en-comrade types with you when

you went.

So Butch was screwed if shit got out of hand. As a half-

breed, that guy was grounded, literal y incapable of

scattering his molecules to safety.

V muttered under his breath, “Don’t be a hero, cop. Let

us handle this.”

“You’re kidding me, right.” The glare was immediate

and steady. “You worry about yourself.”

Not possible. He wasn’t losing the only two compass

points he had on the same night.

“Hey, boys,” Hol ywood cal ed out to the enemy. “You

just going to stand there or are we gonna do this?”

Annnnnnnnnnnd that was the ringside bel . The lessers

streamed forward and met the Brotherhood face-to-face,

fist-to-fist. To ensure they had the privacy they needed, V

doubled up on his visual barrier, the buffering creating a

mirage of nothing-doing in the event humans trol ed on by.

As he started working out one of the enemy, he kept his

eye on Butch. The fucker natural y got right in there, taking

on a tal , lanky inductee with his bare hands. He loved to

brawl, and heads were his favorite punching bags—but

Vishous real y wished the bastard would take up fencing or,

even better, get into rocket launchers. From the rooftop. So

he wasn’t anywhere near the fighting. He just hated that the

cop got so close, because who the fuck knew what would

come out of a pocket or how much damage could be done

to the guy with a gun or a length of—

The kick came out of nowhere, sailing through the air

like an anvil, catching V right in the side of the torso. As he

flew back and slammed into the al ey’s brick flank, he was

reminded of what they’d taught their trainees when they’d

had them: Rule number one of fighting? Pay the fuck

attention to your damn opponent.

After al , you could have the best knife in the world, but if

you were clueless? You ended up making like a Ping-Pong

bal . Or worse.

V reinflated his lungs with a huge inhale and he used

the oxygen rush to leap forward and catch the Rockette’s

second kick at the ankle with his hands. The lesser had

spectacular skil s, however, and spun a Matrix move, using

V’s hold as an anchor to twist around in midair. The combat

boot nailed V right in the ear, his head snapping to the side

as al kinds of tendons and muscles were yanked to hel

and gone.

Good thing pain always focused him.

Gravity being what it was, the Rockette’s hit marked the

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