Although I wanted to destroy every human in this godforsaken place, burn it to the ground, and watch them scream in agony as fire licked at their skin and charred their bones, my priority was getting Larkin.
And she was here. I felt it.
Time seemed to roll together in one continuous loop, and it didn’t help that whatever toxic cocktail they kept injecting me with was done on a schedule.
And the last time they thought I was sedated enough, when they’d been brave enough to come into my cell, I made them wish they hadn’t. I was pretty sure I tore one of their arms off, nearly had his throat ripped out before they shot three more darts into the side of my neck, successfully taking my big ass down.
I emptied my stomach one more time, getting all that poison out of my body. I placed my palms on the cement and pushed myself up, staying on my hands and knees for a minute until the nausea faded.
When I lifted my head, I could see a bottle of water and a sandwich on a paper plate sitting by the cell door.
It was a long while before I was clearheaded enough to stand, but when I was upright, I started pacing the cell. From wall to bars. Wall to bars. Back and forth, back and forth.
I could hear the creature in the cell next to me growling, something hard and heavy being slammed up against the bars.
“Bane, mate, stop with the bloody fucking racket!” a male with a thick accent roared so loudly I gritted my teeth in annoyance. “You do this shite every damn time, and all it earns you is being fucking tranqed.”
“I’m not your mate, Vox, so you’ll do well to keep your fucking mouth shut,” the male in the cell beside me growled in the deepest voice I’d ever heard.
There were so many creatures surrounding me that it was hard sifting through the scents. I smelled a variety of Otherworlders mixed with the stench of the Assembly humans.
I walked up to the bars, as close as I could get to the cell beside me without getting fucking singed from the magic, and inhaled deeply, focusing on his scent.
A demon.
I could smell it easily. Very masculine and aggressive.
The growling noise from the demon started up again, and the other male he called Vox started cursing in what I assumed was his native tongue. I focused on his scent as I closed my eyes and inhaled.
Angelis. Said to be half celestial being, half demon.
The one and only Angelis I’d known had been a cocky asshole. Maybe he was related to this one.
I kept sifting through the scents until I felt the sensation of being watched. I opened my eyes and stared straight ahead. The cell twenty feet in front of me was dark, the light hanging between our two prisons not reaching deep enough inside.
My vision became clear, and I made out twin red eyes glowing from within the shadows.
The creature walked forward and into the light, a massive male who was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. He stopped when he was an inch from the bars. He was a huge bastard, easily seven feet. He was so big he had to tilt his head to the side slightly so his giant fucking horns didn’t scrape the ceiling. Scars littered his chest in crisscross patterns, ones that could only be worn by a warrior.
His horns curved up and back around his head, and his vicious upper fangs went past his bottom lip as he growled low, changing the shape of his mouth for a second.
“Like what you see, wolf?” the creature prompted, his voice distorted, and his eyes glowing even redder.
Interesting.
The ones named Vox and Bane started bitching at each other again, but I stayed focused on the male in front of me.
“What are you?” I found myself asking.
He didn’t respond, just grinned and started laughing—a deep, rumbling sound that had my wolf becoming defensive.
And then the air changed suddenly, thickening. All noise in the cell block stilled. The sound of a lock disengaging filled the corridor, and I turned my head the other way and stared down the cement-lined hallway to see four guards dragging a big, black-haired male forward.
“God, we need to have a better system for them,” one of the guards huffed out.
“Talk to Tore about it if you want to file a complaint,” another guard wheezed, clearly trying to hold the big male up.
I knitted my brows as I felt the back of my neck tighten with recognition.