Felix had recovered faster than anyone thought. He jumped up the stage, snarling as he brandished his silver weapon. Off the stage, Lucas’s eyes widened.
“Liam!”
Instantly, Liam swiveled back. His jaws clamped down on Felix’s hand as the vampire screeched in pain. Then, with a sharp yank of his head, Felix’s arm was torn clean off.
Felix screamed, collapsing to his knees as black blood spurted from the wound. His severed arm fell to the ground, the sleeve of his jacket tearing away to reveal a distinctive mark on the pale flesh.
A wolf howling at the sun.
Liam’s eyes narrowed at the symbol, recognizing it instantly from their encounters with the kidnapper and Esther. Before he could question Felix about it, several security guards rushed down to the arena floor. Lucas hurried over as well.
“He tastes disgusting,” Liam said as he shifted back, wiping the blood off his lips.
