Chapter 81

“Daddy!” Isaac screamed and Lyle turned to watch Isaac get lifted by a smirking, teeth-bared vampire that he’d never seen before—one foot, two feet, three feet in the air, his legs circling, running fruitlessly, while Isaac stared down in horrified terror. “Daddy, help!”

Vaughn’s frustrated cry was furious and loud, and he bunched both legs to leap forward—a wolf’s stance on a human man.

“Don’t!” Arius hissed. He stood, catching Vaughn’s gaze—charmer to snake, hypnotist to victim—and even in the clutter and the chaos, Arius’s rise was graceful and perfect. “One move and my good friend there will snap his neck so hard that the not even the mortician will be able to place it again.”