Larissa’s fangs descended, joining her already unsheathed claws. A volcano of rage erupted inside her that Aiden could have been injured. She knew he was old enough to possess the strength to withstand a hell of a lot of injuries, but that didn’t matter. A head shot was still potentially lethal. She shot a quick glance over her shoulder to find Angelo and Brianna tense on the stairs, Brianna’s ball of energy hovering quietly in her hand. “I’ve got this,” she growled before turning and jumping over Aiden. Larissa, no! She ignored him. Using her vampiric speed, she dove into the entry, avoiding a barrage of shots as she twisted midair before landing safely on her feet on a cold stone floor. She didn’t pause long though as she ducked down behind a giant barrel filled with—she didn’t want to know. In a matter of milliseconds she took in the room. A dead male lay on an altar surrounded by dozens of candles.
