Accidentally Married to…a Vampire?(Accidentally Yours #2)(42)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

There must have been more than twenty monsters, although Helena found her counting skills sorely lacking at the drunken moment. They were lined up in a loose formation, each brandishing a sword or a stake. Some were blond, some had black hair, but each had eyes that were pits of evil.

A shiver climbed up her spine.

“Go back inside, Helena!” Niccolo yelled.

“That would be an awesome choice, but I can’t seem to move my feet.” Helena was surprised she was even standing—seemed like a great time to pass out.

Andrus, not taking his eyes off the small army of…whatever the hell they were, barked at her, “Do it now!”

Helena glared down at her Uggs. Maybe the tequila had pooled inside them, and they were too drunk to move. “Nope. Feet still not moving,” she whispered.

She heard the two warriors groan.

“Bloody hell, woman!” said Niccolo.

Helena suddenly felt herself shoved through the back door. It had been Niccolo. The door slammed shut behind her, and the loud clank of metal and grunts of combat filtered through the door.

Help. She needed to find help. She ran toward the crowd inside the bar, panting.

Fernando instantly spotted her. “Everything okay, honey? Those two slugging it out like the big, gnarly, sexy manly men that they are?”

She pointed toward the back door, “They—they—there’s—um…”

What if she lost Niccolo? Or Andrus? What if she lost them both?

Her head began to swirl violently and then the room went black.

***

Andrus studied Helena who was stretched out on the bed and finally beginning to come back to life. Despite her “run over by a bus” hangover appearance, Andrus couldn’t help but stare. She was gorgeous even in her worst state.

Andrus sat down in a chair beside the faux-wood table near the window that glowed with full sunlight. He bent down and pulled off his boots.

“Where are we?” she asked, her voice gravelly with sleep and her golden curls plastered to the side of her head.

“Super 8. And before you say anything, you’re lucky not to be dead.”

Helena nodded. Her head plunked down onto the cushy white pillow. “Okeey dokee. Super 8. Great.”

She rolled over, putting her back to Andrus and then pulled the floral comforter up over her head.

Andrus couldn’t help but smile. After Niccolo’s unexpected appearance last night, he’d thought for sure his plan was out the window. Niccolo had caught him locking lips with his bride, so that meant there’d be a fight to the death. So when those Obscuros showed up, he’d never been so happy to see those vile, despicable creatures. The perfect diversion.

As soon as Helena was inside the bar, the Obscuros attacked from every direction. Andrus could hold his own against a gang of Obscuros; nonetheless, he couldn’t help but be awe inspired as Niccolo sifted repeatedly, taking down one vampire after another with such ease. His motions were fluid and fast. He was completely silent except for the sound of his sword slicing through the flesh and bone of his victims.

Andrus finally understood how Niccolo had earned his nickname. The Executioner was, indeed, a killing machine.

Andrus was tempted to take advantage of the diversion and leave with Helena, but he couldn’t risk anything happening to Niccolo either. The General was essential if he wanted Reyna. Andrus masked himself with shadows and inconspicuously took heads as Obscuros swooped by. He heard the faint rustle from above and turned just in time to see two more vampires jumping from the roof toward Niccolo. Andrus leaped and swung. He hit one but missed the other; they were too far apart.

“Behind you!” Andrus screamed.

Niccolo swung his sword in time to take the Obscuro’s head.

Down to just a handful, the remaining vampires suddenly vanished.

“Oh! Come. On! Can I get a goddamned break?” Niccolo screamed at the fleeing vampires, “Get the hell back here and die like real vampires!” He turned towards Andrus. “I must go after them.”

Andrus nodded. “I’ll go back inside and check on Helena.”

Niccolo knew Andrus would take her again, yet he chose to go after the bad guys? He put his duty before his own personal needs?

Had he misjudged The General? That was no good. He was banking on Niccolo behaving like a possessive, obsessed jealous mate.

“But make no mistake, Demilord,” Niccolo added, “I am coming for you, and I will take back Helena. Then I will take your head next.”

Andrus smiled inwardly. That’s more like it. He dipped his head. “Until we meet again.”

With a blur, Niccolo dashed off in the direction of the Obscuros.

Andrus released a sigh. That was too close. He’d have to be more careful. But how was the sneaky bastard finding them so quickly? Vampires didn’t have such precision. It was like he had Helena GPS–just like she’d said.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. Of course. He reached in his pocket and stared at the GPS app on the screen of his smart phone.

Sneaky bastards.

After that, he’d gone inside, retrieved a passed out Helena, dumped her phone, and hit the road. He’d driven well into the afternoon.

Now he looked down at her snuggled in the large bed. If only he had someone like her to come home to everyday. Andrus’ shaft stirred again as he remembered kissing Helena’s sweet lips. Would he be able to give her up when the time came? Would he be able to betray her to get his hands on queen? Would she ever forgive him for killing Niccolo?

Does it really matter? There is no choice, he reminded himself.

He just hoped that someday Helena might forgive him. But for now, he wanted to savor his last days with her as his ally.

Chapter 14

Niccolo was astonished by how easily he’d been able to sift to Helena by merely opening his mind to her presence. Their bond was incredibly strong now—unlike any he’d ever heard of. But his satisfaction over this discovery quickly dissolved into rage. Bloody f**king rage.

He stared down at Helena nestled in the arms of another man. A f**king Demilord—a dog of the supernatural world. Not good enough to be a god and certainly not good enough to be a vampire. Something in between.

He ground his teeth so firmly he could taste the char from the friction. In one fluid motion, he flung Helena over his shoulder like a sack of grain and carried her out the door with blurring speed.

He continued down the road at a pace so rapid that the ordinary human eye would never spot them.

Niccolo finally stopped under an old oak tree in a heavily wooded area backing up to a green pasture. It was far enough away that Andrus could not track them for several minutes without luck or help.