Chapter Three
Ten seconds. Fifteen. Thirty.
And away we go…
A new tremor began in Renault’s fingers, terrible and obvious, vibrating into Jaci’s upper arms where he tried in vain to hold tight. One by one, his fingers loosened, finally releasing her. His fangs slid back into his gums, and he sucked in a rattling breath, then unleashed a bloody cough.
Jaci took a step back, narrowly avoiding the spray. “Something wrong, Renault?”
He reached for her again but missed, stumbling and falling to his knees.
“What the f**k?” The asshole panther guard tried to grab her from behind, but Jaci was ready for it. She whirled on him, hitting him head-on with a burst of hellfire.
He was a pile of charred bones before he could even scream.
“Barbecued panther,” she said with a satisfied grin. “That’
