Page 112 of Night Sector

Of course, I couldn’t say whereherewas. I shadowed into the box and found her crumpled form near a wall. She’d shifted back into human form, her naked body covered in a littany of bruises.Kyra!I darted forward, only to pause when I noticed the mutilated pile of vampire meat beside her.

She’d not only chomped through Fare’s neck, she’d done a number on his face.

But given our history, it was clearly not enough to end him for good.

My jaw ticked as I shifted back into human form. I’d wanted to give Kyra the honors of torching his body, but we didn’t have time to enjoy a bonfire. I needed to heal her and get the fuck out of here, as evidenced by Cillian’s growing commentary in my mind about there beingtoo many fucking vampireson this island.

I crouched beside her, my healing ability kicking in on instinct. She was barely breathing, her ribcage smashed completely in from that bastardcrushingher.

I was willing to bet he’d done it with his arms.

But she’d certainly paid him back in kind with her teeth.

Her face was covered in his blood.

If she hadn’t been beaten to a pulp, I’d almost call her ferocious state alluring.

I pulled her up into my arms as I engulfed her with my healing essence, forcing her to accept as much of it as she could without causing her too much pain.

Sometimes healing too quickly could be agonizing; it was a delicate balance.

Lor-Lorcan?she whispered, clearly sensing my presence despite still being unconscious.

I’m here, little killer,I told her.You’re okay.

F-Fare?she asked.D-dead?

His head has been ripped off,I replied.But he needs to be burned.

L-light the m-match,she whispered.F-finish him. F-for me.

She knew I’d wanted to watch her end him.

But she must have picked up on the urgency to get off this godforsaken island in my mind. Or perhaps she didn’t want to risk him piecing himself back together again.

I’ll burn him, I said as I cradled her against my chest with one arm and pulled a lighter out with my free hand. I’d intended to offer it to her as a gift, but there was no time.

He needed to die. For good.

I knelt beside him with the lighter and flicked it life against his shirt. It wans’t going to be enough. We needed an accelerant.

The fabric started to burn, charring quickly and spreading while I searched for something flammable.

The container seemed to be mostly empty.

I shadowed out with Kyra and set her carefully on top of the box, then went to find a bunch of kindling from the forest area nearby.

Most of the leaves were wet. The branches, too.

I need something fucking flamable,I snarled to no one in particular. With a growl low in my throat, I turned back toward the container.

And froze as Cillian appeared with Kazek. “I hear you might need some help,” Kazek drawled. He was covered in blood and appeared quite pleased about it. “Hair is pretty flammable.” He tossed a bag of heads at my feet. “Use those. And the thing in the bottom.”

Cillian said nothing.

I just blinked at them, then grabbed the bag and shadowed it in to the container to dump the remains all over Fare.

My lips curled when a can fell out last.