Time crawled. Matthias felt her focus falter for just a second, hesitation at his words, as she turned to finish Caroline. He did the only thing he could think of. He launched himself at her, tackling her and sinking his teeth into her neck, the force of the impact knocking them both to the boardwalk.
“Forgive me, my love,” he thought to her as he drank, her barriers crumbling as he took her.
Caroline screamed as her feet lifted off the ground. Robertson and Albert threw themselves at her over the railing, Robertson catching her hair, Albert grabbing an arm, and they roughly hauled her over the handrail onto the boardwalk. She sobbed, crying, begging them to save her.
“Shut up.” Albert slugged her, knocking her unconscious.
Matthias lay on top of Anastazia, his teeth still buried in her flesh, drinking, afraid or unable to let her go until he knew she couldn’t resist him. With Albert still on top of Caroline, Robertson scrambled over to Matthias.
Anastazia’s eyes rolled back in her head, only the whites showing, her hands frozen claws on Matthias’ back where she’d tried to fight him. She made a low, mewing sound and fell limp in his arms.
Matthias lifted his head from Taz’s neck and rolled off her. Robertson gathered Taz into his arms while Matthias sat up and bellowed, thundering and full of rage.
His eyes black, Matthias launched himself at Caroline.
Albert screamed, “Matthias, no!”
Robertson dropped Taz and lunged for Matthias, tackling him by the legs, bringing him down feet from Caroline. “I’m sorry, Matthias!” Robertson grabbed Matthias by the hair before he could react and slammed his head, face-first, into the boardwalk, knocking him unconscious.
Trembling, Robertson crawled back to Anastazia. She was breathing, her pulse weak but steady. Matthias drank enough to weaken her but not enough to kill. In the process he must have absorbed the full force of her rage and anguish.
Tim cradled Taz in his arms and looked at Albert, as stunned as he was. “What the hell do we do now?”
Albert shook his head, studying the three prone bodies around them. “I don’t know.”
Caroline came to first. With Caroline just happy to be alive and not the main ingredient in a hot spring full of vampire soup, Albert easily took control of her. Robertson carried Anastazia to the Land Rover and gently buckled her into the passenger seat, running back to the spring before Matthias awoke.
Albert took one arm, Robertson the other. They dragged Matthias between them to the Land Rover, throwing him unceremoniously into the backseat. Albert ordered Caroline into the other Rover, and he took off with her for Canyon Village while Robertson drove Taz and Matthias back to the cabin.
Taz was still unconscious when Robertson carried her into the room and laid her on the bed. Her pulse already felt stronger. She was healing herself, and would physically be okay without any further intervention.
He hoped.
Now, how to deal with Matthias?
He must have hit Matthias harder than he thought, or the shock to Matthias’ system was greater than he realized. Matthias was still slumped, unconscious, in the backseat. Robertson dragged him out and managed to hoist him across his shoulders without dropping him. He struggled up the cabin steps, and, unable to go any further, he lowered Matthias to the floor where he landed with a soft moan.
That was a good sign. He hoped.
Robertson dragged Matthias the rest of the way inside the cabin and rested for a moment, then wet a washcloth and tried to bring Matthias around. There was a large goose egg over his left eye where his head made contact with the boardwalk.
“Sorry, Matthias,” he apologized, “but I couldn’t let you do it any more than you could let her.”
After a few minutes, Matthias moaned again and tried to roll over.
“Thatta boy, just lie there and relax.”
“Shut up.”
“Hey, love hurts.”
Matthias’ hands went to his head, and he took the cloth from Robertson, gingerly feeling the damage. “What the hell did you hit me with?”
At least Matthias was back to himself. He hoped. “The boardwalk. Your unstoppable force met an immoveable object.”
“Oh, God.” Matthias didn’t open his eyes. “Caroline?”
“Nothing a change of knickers can’t cure. Albert has her. He took her back to Canyon Village to hand her over. I haven’t heard anything yet, but I’m sure we will soon. They’ll figure out how to deal with her. She’s the Tribunal’s problem now.”
He started to nod and moaned in pain. “Jesus Christ, was this because I bit Taz?”
“No, it’s because you were going after Caroline. I didn’t like that you bit Taz, but I understood why. I had to stop you, and that was the only thing I could do. It happened so fast.”
“Taz—”
“She’s okay. She’s still out. You stopped in time, but I didn’t like the way your eyes went black and you lunged after Caroline when you came up for air. I’m hoping you’re back to your old self.”
Matthias slowly sat up and looked at Albert. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, but they were back to their clear blue color.
“It was pure rage,” Matthias whispered, nearly sick at the memory. And her guilt and shame, but Robertson didn’t need to know that.
Robertson fixed Matthias with his gaze. “I changed her nappies when she was a baby. I think it’s time you tell me what happened, what she did that pushed her over the edge. She’s not this upset over a kiss, Matthias. I’m not an idiot. What happened between her and Rafael?”
He glanced at Anastazia, who was still unconscious, then back to Robertson. “It wasn’t her fault. She was mad at me.”
“Matthias, what did she do?”
He looked away and Robertson understood.
“She didn’t sleep with Rafael?”
Matthias shook his head. “She toyed with him. He was almost asleep, and she felt my presence, thought I was watching her. She let her mind go to him, played with him, thinking I could see what was happening. It was revenge for me not stopping her from kissing him earlier. And she got scared at the end, because she realized she liked the control she had over him.”
“Who knew our girl could be a succubus? And that’s when Caroline and the demons…?”
Matthias closed his eyes and nodded. “Just after. Rafe thought it was Taz returning, and he welcomed Caroline into his mind.”
Robertson looked at Taz. “Poor thing,” he whispered. “I drilled into her to never take unless someone freely offered. It must have torn her apart.”
Matthias nodded again. “That’s why she feels responsible for his death.”
Robertson sat back, shaking his head. “Maybe it would have been for the best if you’d marked her.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I don’t know. I had no idea she was this strong. All this happened so fast. We didn’t have time to prepare her.”
“Tim, listen to me. If it hadn’t been for you, teaching her the restraint you did, she would have killed Caroline as soon as we figured out who it was. That’s why she drove all the way to West Thumb. She was fighting, trying to talk herself out of killing Caroline, like she had another voice inside her, hoping we could stop her, but unable to stop herself. She felt she had to avenge Rafael’s death personally, because she considers herself responsible. She was torn between killing her and giving her to us.”
“Are you okay now?”
Matthias touched his forehead. “I will be. You’d better go help Albert.”
“I really don’t think I should leave you.”
“Tim, we’ll be okay. Go, please.”