The Vampire's Opal
Claire groaned as she held tight to both the metal staff and Mal, unable to let either go.
Mal’s smile vanished as something yanked him backwards. Claire held tight as she could, but something pulled Mal back into the hole. Mal shook his shoulders and screamed in pain as the silver dagger he had earlier pierced his side, right below his ribs.
Sloane appeared and used the dagger to hoist himself up further, a sadistic grin across his face. “If I die, then you and I will die together, Malachy.”
Claire only reacted. She pulled her metal staff from its mooring and threw it with everything she had right at Sloane’s head. The end pierced his forehead and froze that grin on his face. His arms slowl
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