“Go get your fucking wolf. They’ll send more,” he tells me, still launching one attack after another into the masses as he takes the spot beside Ella.
“Ella, you have to stop,” Kimber says as Gage pulls her to her feet.
“I’ve got her. Just fucking go,” Slade growls, pushing out one hellacious shot of power that knocks the horde of dark users on their ass.
We seize the opportunity, rushing through the path made before they get their wits back, as we leave Ella behind to handle the mess with our fucking enemy.
Such a messed up life we live.
“Think you could put some clothes on the werewolf?” Dice grumbles, still clutching his chest.
Reese’s naked ass is suddenly clothed by Gage, but he looks like he just stepped out of a rodeo—flannel shirt, tight jeans, and cowboy boots. Oh fuck. Is that really a big-ass belt buckle?
“You really do have a fetish,” I mumble.
“Shut the fuck up,” Gage says under his breath. “At least it’s not a man thong.”
I turn the next corner, rushing when I feel like I’m almost on top of her.
A cell door opens just as I near it, and wide, shocked eyes meet mine as a guy drops a whip. I shove into him before he can even scream, and I rip his head off in one, quick tug.
“Fuck!” a voice shouts from inside.
I catch him by the throat before he can attempt to do anything. But my hand pauses from squeezing when I see the girl chained to the wall—my girl. Her clothes are ripped and tattered as blood gushes from the numerous wounds. I toss the guy to the ground as I rush over to Roslyn, listening to her whisper a song she’s singing.
“Roslyn, it’s me,” I say on a choked whisper, losing my voice to the sight before me.
Her hair is m
atted with blood. Her body is dirty, as though she’s been dragged around this hell. The wounds all over her are deep and cruel, and my knees buckle when I see her face has been slashed over and over.
“I’ll kill you!” Reese shouts, emotion and rage battling in his tone.
I don’t turn around as I hear the sound of skin and bone crunching, because I can’t look away from the beaten girl. Reaching up, I grab one of the chains, and I jerk it out of the wall. Then repeat the motion to the other one. The stones aren’t crested against me, probably because they weren’t expecting me this soon.
“Can you get them off her?” I ask Gage, looking over my shoulder. The chains won’t break against a changer. They knew I’d come for her, and they prepared for it.
“No, but I bet Karma can. There aren’t any demon hybrid markings on there that match her slave tats. We need to get her out of here, and we can’t dematerialize anywhere while we’re stuck in this hole.”
I gingerly lift Roslyn in my hands as Reese comes over, looking like a bloody mess. I don’t even want to see the other guy.
“Son of a bitch,” he whispers.
“The monster is finally here,” Roslyn whispers in faint attempt of a singsong voice.
I bite my wrist as Gage urges us to hurry up, picking up the chains so that they don’t drag. Reese helps me hold her as I pour my blood from my wrist into her mouth, hoping it works as fast as it has in the past.
The blood drips steadily as we carry her through the halls, and my eyes scan the scene, waiting on the next attack. Gage rushes out to be in front of us just as two blasts of power fly toward us, and he deflects them while launching his own counter attack.
Kimber moves like air, fighting like a pro, and we move by them, going back toward the hallway where the army was waiting. But as soon as we round the corner, I see Ella with solid black eyes and hair, and I quickly pull back, forcing Reese to follow suit so he can continue holding Roslyn, while I continue draining blood from my wrist into her mouth.
“What?” Reese snaps.
Dice does a quick about-face when he sees the mess going on down that hallways.
“Crazy Ella, tons of dark users, and one seriously pissed off Gemini who is fighting with Ella and the juiced-up dark users. Looks like the Gemini’s crew had to abandon ship when they lost Ella to the dark side. Now what the fuck do we do?” Dice asks, looking at me like I have the fucking answers.
Gage and Kimber are still fighting with the two juiced-up strays, and I look down as Roslyn chokes and coughs, seeming to come back to us a little as the wounds on her body start to close up without leaving a mark behind.