Before
Ian could tell Drake to keep his voice down, the asshole sped down the hallway
the previous two guys had come from. He
raced to keep up. What was freak trying
to do?
Just
as the two guards at the door noticed intruders approached, Drake punched his
fists through the air, sending a shock wave tearing through the drywall,
ripping up the flooring, and knocking the guards so hard, Ian heard bones
snap. Then Drake reached his right hand
for the door and grasped back at emptiness.
The door tore from the hinges and slammed against the opposite wall.
Jesus
Christ…what kind of monster had he teamed up with?
Ian
never had a chance to ask. Drake had run
inside to answer the cries of surprise and chaos. And amid the din, Ian heard someone call his
name.
“Ian!”
Ian
drove his dagger into a guard’s gut before pulling it out in a satisfying slick
of blood. He slashed his way into the
room, surprised that Drake hadn’t taken care of the sentries. But the moment he stepped inside, he saw that
Drake was surrounded.
Against
his will, Ian’s attention was drawn to the five people encircling Drake. Three men, two women. The Council.
It had to be.
“Go!”
Drake called.
With
so much attention on Drake, no one had a chance to worry about the lone teenage
girl chained in the farthest corner of the room and the reason why he was in
this god-forsaken hole in the first place.
“Lainey!”
Ian
ducked and ran as Drake sent an enemy flying his way. Skidding to a stop in front of the girl, Ian
tried desperately to cut open the chains, but to no avail.
“Get
me out of here!” Lainey cried.
“I’m
trying!” Ian yelled right back, still sawing away at the iron with his dagger.
“Move!”
screamed Drake.
Ian
dove to the side and from the corner of his eyes, saw a white light shoot from
Drake’s fingertips. It ripped across the
room, piercing through two guys, and headed straight for Lainey. He didn’t have a chance to scream. Had he just been betrayed, partnering with a
man who had come to kill Lainey?
The
light passed through Lainey’s chain, cutting her from bondage. She struggled to stand, but her knees gave
way and she stumbled. Ian caught her and
glanced down. Where were her shoes?
Much
worse than that, she wasn’t wearing any enhancers. She’d never be able to outrun these
guys. Just as he considered hauling her
over his back, a loud crash and screams of pain came behind him.
“Let’s
go!” Drake commanded, running to their side.
He
scooped Lainey up with one arm and with a wave of the other, sent a table
flying at the Council on the opposite end.
They
ran out the door, dashing down the hall, back out to the sewers, through
darkened expanses. The monster ahead of
him kept running, so he did too. Despite
all the charms he wore, his muscles began to ache. To support such extraordinary abilities, the
human body still had to pay a price. If
they continued at this breakneck pace, he would wear out. He could already see it, his legs buckling
under him while this asshole took Lainey from him.
Where
the hell were they going anyway? This
wasn’t the way he came in. And why wasn’t
Lainey bitching and screaming like she usually did with him?
Fuck! He had to keep up with this maniac. Otherwise Carm would give him an
earful—partnering with the enemy just to rescue Lainey only to lose her again. If the old geezer hassled him anymore over
this, he would rather just quit the Knighthood.
Oh
wait. He couldn’t. He was next in line after Carm.
Drake
stopped and Ian halted also, thankful for the moment to catch his breath. Drake set Lainey back on her feet and
climbed up the ladder to move aside the manhole. Moonlight severed the darkness, throwing an
unearthly glow across Drake’s face. With
light streaming down to match Drake’s white shirt while the lower body stayed
shrouded in the sewer, it appeared as if he were cut in half. Disembodied.
Drake
reached his hand down to Lainey, who stood there motionless and hesitant. Then Drake said the most unexpected thing.
“Trust
me.”
Trust
him? How could anyone trust these
people?
But
Lainey must have because she caught his hand and climbed up, which left Ian no
choice but to follow.
He
emerged in an alleyway, trash littering the dewy, shadow-streaked tar
paving. They were in the city…somewhere.
“Let’s
do something about those chains,” Drake murmured.
Ian
barely saw Drake move, only that the moment his fingers touched Lainey’s cuffs,
they broke in half and clanged to the ground.
“My
car’s down the way. Want a ride?”
Was
this dude crazy? He was talking like
they just finished eating dinner at a restaurant! Ian glanced around quickly, calculating his
chances of contacting another Knighthood agent before the Council’s dogs
spotted him. He thought about telling
the asshole to shove it but then he noticed Lainey pleading at him with her eyes. God, she looked pathetic.
Rips
across her jeans came at strange angles and smudges of grime stained her white
polo. Her hair hung in clumped cords and
even in the night’s light, he could see her bloodshot eyes.
“Fine,”
he whispered.
Their
odds on foot weren’t good anyway. Not
with Lainey looking like a homeless person and in the end, Paris was still
Council headquarters.
They
piled into the black sedan, Drake behind the wheel, and he and Lainey sitting
awkwardly in the back. She sat behind
the passenger seat, eyes staring ahead with an occasional glance out of the
tinted windows, brows slightly furrowed, but otherwise calm. Beside her, his mind riddled with questions
while one hand lay ready to pull out his dagger, ready to kill the driver and plunge
them all to death if he had to. He would
never let anyone touch Lainey.
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