Chapter 247-7

"Your boyfriend is being modest," Fenton called out. "He can be very charming when he wants to be. I know that's hard to believe, mind you." "When were you two going to tell me you'd fallen in love?" I asked, clasping hold of Lucius' gloved hand and pulling him over to where Fenton was taking cover. I peered over the top of the dead Varúlfur bodies, wrinkling my nose at the stench, my eyes widening when I saw a familiar figure, a face I did know, fighting amongst the throng. Josiah moved with brutish force and was deceptively quick for someone of his size. Dressed head to toe in black, he fired off surprisingly accurate shots and dodged attacks with remarkable speed, lunging forward using the blade he held in his other hand. His knife skills were impressive and I admit I was stunned to know he could fight as well as this, considering he had spent much of his life looking after Caelan and not associating with other vampires. "Yeah," said Harper gruffly, catching the direction of my gaze