It sounded like the man she'd seen in those first visions, the man who had turned Annabel. Was their magician also a vampire? "Why is he using the flame imps? Why is he forcing them into the bodies of others?"
Annabel spat. "We don't know, do we?"
The sense of evil was a blanket threatening to smother her. Across the silence, she heard a door open. He was coming their way.
She couldn't stay here, nor could she let Annabel go. And she couldn't hold the kinetic net for much longer. Shirley bit her lip, knowing there was only one real option. Gathering what was left of her energy, she thrust Annabel back, smashing her skull against the car.
The vampire slumped, her weight tearing at the net. Pain shot through Shirley's head.
Blinking against the sting of tears, she released the kinetic cage and ran forward. Though unconscious, Annabel's pulse was as steady and as strong as a vampire's ever got. She hadn't really hurt her then. Good.
