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We all turned at the new voice, a voice dark and angry. Mason stood in the doorway, framed in<br />
light, holding my dropped gun. Isaiah studied him for a few moments.<br />
"Sure," Isaiah finally said. He sounded bored. "Try it."<br />
Mason didn't hesitate. He fired and kept firing until he'd emptied the entire clip into Isaiah's<br />
chest. Each bullet made the Strigoi flinch a little, but otherwise, he kept standing and holding<br />
on to me. This was what it meant to be an old and powerful Strigoi, I realized. A bullet in the<br />
thigh hurt a young vampire like Elena. But for Isaiah? Getting shot in the chest multiple times<br />
was simply a nuisance.<br />
Mason realized this too, and his features hardened as he threw down the gun.<br />
"Get out!" I screamed. He was still in the sun, still safe.<br />
But he didn't listen to me. He ran toward us, out of his protective light. I redoubled my<br />
struggles, hoping I'd pull Isaiah's attention away from Mason. I didn't. Isaiah shoved me into<br />
Elena before Mason was halfway to us. Swiftly, Isaiah blocked and seized hold of Mason,<br />
exactly as he'd done to me earlier.<br />
Only, unlike with me, Isaiah didn't restrain Mason's arms. He didn't jerk Mason upright by the<br />
hair or make long, rambling threats about an agonizing death. Isaiah simply stopped the attack,<br />
grabbed Mason's head with both hands, and gave a quick twist. There was a sickening crack.<br />
Mason's eyes went wide. Then they went blank.<br />
With an impatient sigh, Isaiah released his hold and tossed Mason's limp body over toward<br />
where Elena held me. It landed before us. My vision swam as nausea and dizziness wrapped<br />
around me.<br />
"There," Isaiah said to Elena. "See if that'll tide you over. And save some for me."
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