“Fair enough,” said Sonya. “Maybe one of these days, you’ll help me look for dresses. You’ve got a really good sense of—”

She suddenly spun around toward the darkened churchyard. There was a look of fear on her face, but I saw nothing alarming—at first. Seconds later, four figures in black jumped out from behind the trees. One of them threw me against the brick wall while the other three pinned Sonya to the ground. I pushed back against my captor, but a muscled arm held me tightly. In the faint light, I saw a glimmer of something I never expected to see on the streets of Palm Springs: a sword.

The dark figure poised it over Sonya’s neck. “Time to go back to Hell,” he said.

CHAPTER 11

I’M NOT A PHYSICAL PERSON. I’m decent in volleyball, and Eddie once taught me to throw a punch. But I make no claims to having the kind of training that guardians get. I certainly don’t have their reflexes. So, in this situation, unable to break free of restraint, I pretty much did the only thing I could.

I screamed.

“Help! Somebody help!”

My hope was that it would delay Sonya’s captors from decapitating her or whatever it was they planned to do. I also hoped it would, well, bring help. We’d departed from the main downtown roads but were still close enough that someone should hear me—especially since there had still been a decent number of people out earlier.

One of the attackers holding Sonya flinched, so I supposed I was partially successful. My own captor clamped a hand over my mouth and pushed me harder against the brick wall. Then, a strange thing happened. He—because he had the right build to be male, even though I couldn’t make out his face—froze. He was still holding me, but his body had gone rigid. It was almost like he was shocked or surprised. I wasn’t sure why. Surely someone screaming for help when assaulted wasn’t that weird. I didn’t think I could overpower him but still hoped I might take advantage of his stunned state. I pushed forward again, trying to get out of his grip. I only managed to move a few inches before he locked me back into place.

“We need to go!” exclaimed one of Sonya’s captors. Another guy. From what I could tell, they all were. “Someone will come.”

“This’ll only take a second,” growled the one holding the sword. “We need to rid the world of this evil.”

I watched in terror, my heart seizing in my chest. I was afraid for myself, but I was especially afraid for Sonya. I’d never seen a decapitation. I didn’t want to start now.

Half a second later, I found myself suddenly free. Someone new had joined our fray, someone who ripped my captor away and tossed him easily to the pavement. It looked painful, and the guy landed with a grunt. Even in this poor lighting, the height and coat gave my savior away. It was Dimitri.