"What the fuck, Zac?" Maddox pushed him hard, his shoulder hitting the wall. "What kind of stunt was that?" Pyke slammed Zac's head against the wall, cracking the plaster. The warm trickle of blood that ran down his forehead was enough to darken his eyes and Zac pushed the vampire back with all the force he could muster, sending him hurtling across the room into the island in the middle of the kitchen. He landed with a grunt, holding his side. Rix took a swing and before his fist could connect, Zac grasped his wrist and squeezed, feeling the bone crack with a satisfying snap. Before Maddox could have a go, Nye was pushing him away, a hand on Zac's chest. "Hands off," Nye snapped holding them apart. "What the hell is going on?" "This fucker crashed our car and snapped my neck," Maddox seethed, pointing at him. "And the half-breed witch is gone," Pyke exclaimed. "Zac?" Nye looked him up and down.
