She remained rooted to the spot, her eyes fixed in the direction of the weaklings. This wasn’t the time for her to lose focus. Right now, they had the advantage and he meant to keep it. He couldn’t allow Adam to realise they were still alive. He dragged Eve into his arms, intending to sling her over his shoulder and hoof it away from the church, using the back streets to avoid Adam. He was about to swing her up when movement nearby caught his attention. Two weaklings, lurking in the shadow of the large tree. There were more involved in this plot to steal blood from his kind than he had believed. Tor shoved Eve behind him and reached back for his gun at the same time, drawing the weapon from the waistband of his jeans. He squeezed off a round, nailing one of the weaklings in the side of his head, sending him crashing to the ground. The humans nearby screamed and the crowd broke apart, pandemonium that he used to his advantage. He needed to get Eve away from the area before Adam spotted her.
