Chapter 405

As if that was a signal, Cyprus threw Ume to the floor and drew a hooked machete from inside his coat. With a snarl he charged at Wolfe, swinging back the weapon to strike. Wolfe jerked his many bladed weapon from his belt and met him with a clash of steel.

Micah and Loren drew their bowie knives in unison and dropped into defensive stances. Fethillen grabbed her sickle from the hook on her belt and spun toward Cyprus. He dodged the blow and whirled away, his red hair flying around him like a fiery curtain.

Several vampires in long black coats hurried into the room. One carried a long scythe, like a grim reaper, and another a spiked hammer. Katelina tugged the jagged folding knife from her pocket and stared at the contrast. It was better than nothing, but what could she hope to do against weapons like that?