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Chapter 616

Chapter 116 : Tell Her I Loved Her

*Xander*

We’d hatched a practically impossible plan. It was a last-ditch effort, but there was a slim chance it could buy the allied forces a full night to rest and regroup, and to hold onto Breles. Oliver was sitting next to me in Gideon’s truck as we bounced over the rolling hills on the outskirts of Crimson Creek, a massive tank of fuel jostling in the bed of the truck behind us. One wrong move and we’d tip over, potentially blowing the truck, and ourselves, up.

Oliver and I were absolutely covered in blood root. I glanced at him, seeing nothing but his multicolored eyes as he peered through the windshield. I’d left my warriors and Gideon behind, so it was just me and the fire-obsessed cousin of my mate.

We were nearly at the outcropping of dead trees and the dilapidated temple where both Lena and I had been held captive and tortured. I could see the portal now, wide and rippling with energy. It reflected all of the colors of the incredible sunset behind it, but upside down, which was the only way to differentiate it from the landscape beyond.

“This is going to work,” Oliver remarked, more to himself than to me.

“You just want to play with fire again,” I mused, and Oliver smirked, shrugging one shoulder.

“My uncle Keaton had me light all of his cigars as a kid. He thought it was the most useful trick, but my parents thought differently. I caught the palace on fire more than once.”

I arched my brow at him, and he turned to me with a wry grin.

“Mischief is a family trait. No one can fault me for that.”

“A family of menaces,” I breathed, shaking my head.

I wondered what my daughter would be like, who she would be like–Lena, with her striking intelligence and beauty, but a flair for the dramatics and an affinity for acting without thinking, or me, damn near perfect in every way?

I chuckled to myself as I pulled the truck into the clearing near the temple. Oliver sighed deeply, looking around.

“We have about twenty minutes to do what we need to do,” I said in a whisper, a feeling of unease rippling up my spine. Oliver was out of the truck before I’d even finished the sentence.

I stepped out of the truck as Oliver connected a hose to the fuel tank and began dragging it over to the portal. I hissed at him to be careful, noticing how his copper curls seemed to drift toward the portal the closer he got to the opening, like he was being pulled inside. Oliver waved his hand at me in dismissal as he began to spray fuel in front of the portal, and within minutes he’d soaked the area.

The smell of gasoline was sharp and made me slightly dizzy as I watched the fuel gauge drain.

until the ground was so saturated with fuel that Oliver’s shoes made sloshing sounds as he walked through the grass and

tossing it nonchalantly toward the portal. It took us several minutes to push the tank out of the bed of the truck, letting

towards the sky. It was turning a rich violet, the first stars peaking through the ribbon like gray clouds as

one of the dead trees, pulling off several dried out branches before we got back in the truck and drove onto a nearby ridge. I looked down at

bit so they can’t see it sitting on the ridge,” he commanded, dropping his bundle of branches

side door of the truck when Oliver

as he lit another, then

made the branches burn like torches. Dusk faded into night, and through the portal, I saw the first

of vampires, Death Walkers, as Gideon had called them, stepped through the vortex and looked around. Their expressionless faces could have been harboring shock based on the rigidness of their bodies. One

came through the portal, then another, until at least a hundred vampires were gathered in

end. The vampires snapped their heads at us, their teeth shining in the

Walkers, the lot of them thrown into a panic. Another wave of them stepped out of the portal into the flames and were immediately engulfed in

now. The dry grass and blood root soaked in fuel set a black cloud of toxic smoke into the air, making it almost impossible to see what was happening below. But I knew more vampires were coming through the portal right into the fiery fray, and before they even had a chance to react, they were

explosion rocked the valley and echoed through the surrounding landscape. Debris shot high in the air as the fuel tank we’d left in the clearing exploded, sending a shower of metal and heat down on the vampires. None of them

ringing from all the noise. I looked at Oliver, who was panting, his eyes reflecting in

began climbing up the hill toward us. Covered in blood root, we were damn near camouflaged against the night sky behind us. We charged them as they got near, throwing them back into the flames. Their screeches of surprise had alerted a fresh group of them coming through the portal, and at least a dozen vampires were now heading

I cried, stumbling as I grabbed Oliver by the shoulder

then I heard them–the hybrid beasts. Their roars cut through the

enough time to look down at the clearing once more before we bolted. I saw it there, flames dancing across its outstretched wing–the hybrid

at Oliver, damn near dragging him down the other side

panting, trying to find his breath in the thick, smoky air as we ran toward the

in through the passenger side door and crawled to the driver’s seat, fumbling with the ignition before the truck struggled to start with a cracking

to me and shut the door just as the winged hybrid landed

engine started, thank the Goddess, as the hybrid situated itself right in front

in a circle so we were facing Crimson Creek once again. In the rearview mirror,

did it. We f*****g

ground by several feet and slammed back to the earth. Oliver yelped in surprise, rolling

f**k are you doing?” I screamed, but my voice was drowned out by

was pinning the gas pedal to the floor with all my weight, the truck flying over the hills and landing so violently that pieces