Behind him, a trail of bodies marked our passage—a grim reminder of the ruthlessness necessary to survive. We moved swiftly, feet pounding against the ground as we dashed toward the line of vehicles waiting at the edge of the battlefield. A dozen sleek, black vans were parked in formation, their engines purring, ready to carry us to safety. The vampires who’d driven them were positioned around the vehicles, their stances alert, weapons ready, forming a final line of defense against the ...