Flight from Hell Read Free Page B

firebombs. “We have pointy sticks and fire. We can roast ’em on a spit!”
    I stifled a snort. “Good. I have a couple in the back of my car. Delilah? You have pretty much the same setup?”
    She nodded. “Yeah. Let’s roll. Oh, by the way, Carter wants to see us when we’re done.”
    Carter was a friend who was also half-demon, half-Titan. He had answers when we needed them, usually.
    â€œI want to see him, too. Camille, somebody has to stay here with the victim, to wait for the FH-CSI to get here. You’re best suited for that.”
    I tried to avoid saying that she’d be the most vulnerable, but that’s the way it came out, regardless of my wording. But she just nodded. We were beyond the point of taking offense by now. We’d come through too much to lie to ourselves about our strengths—and our weaknesses.
    â€œWill do. After they get here, I’ll head in if you’re still involved.”
    Delilah and I went in, she armed with a stake rather than her dagger. By nature, I was a weapon without any extra toys. And we had flashlights, stakes, and the firebombs, although we left a couple with Camille on the off chance that the vamps might sneak up on her.
    I clambered through the window. Delilah slipped in behind me, easily swinging over the broken sill. A moment later, there was a soft shuffle and one of the shadows to my right lunged forward.
    â€œHeads up!” I whirled around.
    Delilah raised the stake as she assumed battle position.
    I intercepted the vampire heading toward her, even as the second fell on my back. They were hellaciously strong. I was fighting both a man and a woman.
    I slammed hard against the one I’d intercepted, taking her down to the floor beneath me, even as the male vamp wrapped his arms around my throat. He couldn’t break my neck, or rather—even if he did, it wouldn’t affect me other than to discombobulate me. But if he could get his fangs in me, he could try to drain me until I was too weak to fight.
    As the woman and I went down, I kneed her in the stomach, hard. Something cracked. Whether it was a bone or cartilage or whatnot, I wasn’t sure, but I laughed as she let out a loud “Ooph.”
    â€œBitch,” she said with a hiss, wrapping her arms around my waist.
    A second later and the male lodged against my back vanished as a shower of ash wafted up and around me. Delilah let out a low laugh. She had managed to stake him while his back was turned.
    Free from his grasp, I plunged my teeth into the female vamp’s neck and ripped at her jugular. She screamed as I tore a piece of flesh away from her throat, and the next moment, she vanished and a bat appeared, wavering slightly as she tried to fly away.
    Delilah leapt forward, turning into Panther as she did so, and snatched the flying rodent clean out of the air, biting hard. The bat squeaked as I brought out one of the firebombs and shoved it into the creature’s mouth. Delilah dropped it, and as the vampire fell to the floor, the bomb exploded, sending sparks everywhere. I jumped back, trying to avoid the sizzling shower.
    As flames shot up, incinerating the vampire, they caught hold of the ragged edge of the sofa and it went up like a light. The fire spread, racing through the tinder-dry wood and detritus littered around the room. Delilah grabbed me by the arm, once again back to her normal self.
    â€œWe have to get out of here. This building’s old and the wood’s dry. It’s going to go up like a matchstick.” She dragged me to the window, and for once, I followed without protest. The other vampires could be anywhere, and chances are they’d already fled the scene, especially if they sensed smoke and fire.
    As we slipped out the window, across the street I could see the FH-CSI medic unit under the glow of a streetlamp. The woman lay on a stretcher, with an IV going in her arm. Camille was staring in horror at the