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Then we’re all simply shoving him through the brick and mortar of the building.

When we’re through the hole, I’m momentarily blinded by all the dust and debris falling down.

Hunched over, Maddox looks up at us and spits dust from his mouth. “That was worse than Berlin.”

I still can’t feel Alena through the bond, but she’s close. Her beguiling scent tinged with the horrible smell of her burning flesh.

“She’s fucking burning!” I scream in a mixture of fear and rage.

Racing toward the battle that’s blocking my path forward, I roar a wordless war cry.

My beast challenging any who would dare stand in our way.

Chloe’s wrath suddenly crashes into my own rage like a fucking tidal wave.

Looking to the front of the church, I watch as she jumps on the back of priest robed in crimson.

“He’s mine!” she screams and flashes her fangs before viciously tearing into his neck.

Then the two of them blink out of existence.

“Fuck!” Asher screams and rushes into the fray.

Beheading hunters left and right with his bare hands, he clears the way for me.

My eyes finally find Alena as I barrel toward the altar.

But she’s still so far away, I don’t know how I’ll reach her before she burns to death.

Sensing my distress, Matthias grabs me and lifts me over his head.

Then he throws me as hard as he can.

My body flies through the air, sailing across all the fighting, like a fucking cannonball of destruction.

And when I land, it’s conveniently on top of a duo of hunters.

A duo of hunters that were trying to stab my love in the back.

I’d take some satisfaction in their bodies snapping like twigs if my love wasn’t still in imminent danger.

Alena is latched onto the prophet like a fucking baby koala clinging to its mother.

The little bratty devil growling and relentlessly digging her fangs into his throat.

The prophet is writhing on his knees and looks as if he’s given up on fighting her.

And I’d love nothing more than to watch her kill the motherfucker.

But they’re both on fire.

She can’t feel pain, but I know she won’t last much longer if I don’t stop her.

Rushing up to Alena, I tackle her off the prophet.

Her legs and thighs are smoldering, the flesh and muscle burned down to the bone. And part of her dress is still burning.

Smothering the flames with my own hands, I ignore the searing pain. Then I press my forearm against her mouth so she can drink from me.