Chapter 63

“Evan, no!” Mordell begged.

“Go to Hell,” Evan growled. He brought the sword down swiftly.

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With a throaty scream from the vampire lord, tempered steel sliced through tender flesh, creating a deep cut across Mordell’s throat. Evan reached down and gripped a handful of Mordell’s hair. With Morgan holding down the vampire master’s body, Evan ripped Mordell’s head from the vampire’s shoulders. Morgan removed his foot and stepped back as the slain lord’s blood seeped across the floor, turning it an odd orange color as the red mixed with the golden sand.

“Morgan,” Annette called from the shattered doorway. She stopped when she saw the headless body of the vampire lord lying in a pool of blood. She crossed the room to stand beside Evan. “I can’t believe it,” she said quietly. “He’s really gone.”