Chapter Four
GRACE
Grace’s attention was drawn to the shrieks and the slashing sounds coming from another part of the premises. The trespassing vampires seemed to be fighting something that wasn’t her team or Michael’s team.
Leaving her group, Grace followed the path of ashes and destroyed vegetation. Her group had fought a few vampires, but nothing that they couldn’t handle. In fact, she wasn’t sure where the other vampires disappeared until she reached that part of the garden and noticed the destruction and floating ash. Someone had dealt with the threat. Maybe the one she glimpsed from afar when growls and a murmured conversation reached her ears.
Minutes before, her magic had suddenly awakened, and her instinct took over. After wounding and killing a few trespassers with her energy arrows, she stalked the gardens on her own, following a sudden necessity to search for the weird energy that called to her soul.
The same impulse and compulsion that took her to that part of the garden and redirected her attention to a body collapsed on the lawn, glowing under the moonlight.
Ashes still floated around, but there were no more noises, no more shrieks, only a male body laid on the grass as if left for dead.
With a stake in her hand, she leaned closer to the figure. He smelled different, almost familiar to her. He also glowed, which was peculiar since she had never seen anyone glow before. Nothing in her training ever taught her that there were glowing beings in the night.
Her eyes lingered on the male’s face, and her mind ignored all the blood on his clothes and hands.
He’s so beautiful.
Could he be a fae?
Lycans and vampires are mostly attractive creatures, but this vampire was more than beautiful. He was mesmerizing.
Grace knelt beside him. “My God, he looks like an angel.”
Andrea’s voice reached from behind. “What are you doing? Spear him already.”
Grace’s gaze didn’t leave the handsome stranger’s face. Her throat felt dry, and her hand clung harder to the stake, but her body and heart had no intentions of hurting him. “He’s… unconscious.”
“He’s the enemy,” Andrea reminded her.
“We don’t kill unharmed people.”
“Who cares? He’s a trespasser and a vampire.”
Grace felt her teeth itch in her mouth as her wolf threatened to take over. “How do we even know that he’s a vampire? I’ve never seen one like him. Have you?”
Andrea shadowed behind Grace as she looked down. “What do you mean?”
Grace swallowed down her anger, not sure how to explain it to her friend. “He glows and smells differently from any other being I’ve ever encountered.”
When Grace looked at her, she realized that her friend had changed back to her human form. Though, she heard her talk, so it should come to her as a surprise.
Andrea growled. “You aren’t making any sense.”
“Maybe not, But I can assure you that I haven’t lost my mind.”
“He was here with them, wasn’t he? He’s our enemy, and we should kill him.”
Grace got up and scouted the premises. “Can’t you smell the ashes? There were many enemies here, and they are all gone. There’s just him. He’s the only one left.”
Andrea folded her arms. “Your point?”
“He killed them. That’s the only logical explanation.”
Her best friend arched an eyebrow. “We’ve never seen him before. They attacked us in our home. We killed them. Maybe it was Michael’s group who killed these and failed to kill him. You know how powerful Darren is.”
“No. I would have seen his fire powers if Darren had done this. Michael’s group is closer to the mansion.” Grace looked at the young male again. “Also, I heard the vampires call a name. A name that many fear. Didn’t you?”