“So,
here’s what we’re going to do.” Roman leans away from me, going from intense to calm in the snap of a finger. “We’re going to make sure you never get a chance to hurt anyone.”
Then he lifts his hand and Ollie and Phoenix move in around me.
Okay, this is so bad.
I reel around to run, but Ollie zips around behind me, moving at an inhuman speed.
“Oh, no you don’t.” He shoves me forward, sending me stumbling into Roman’s arms.
The force causes me to drop the handheld device Jude gave me, and my backpack falls off my arms.
Before I can recover, Roman shoves me back, but his fingers wrap around my wrist so I can’t go very far.
For the briefest moment, I feel like Tim is pinning me down against the floor again. But then I snap out of it and move to kick Roman.
“Easy,” he warns, blocking my kick. “The more you fight, the worse this’ll be.”
“Doubtful,” I snap, trying to shove him.
But he holds onto me with his freakishly strong grip.
“Let me go,” I growl out.
And then I feel it, that darkness purring inside my veins.
Hurt them.
“Hurry up,” Roman bites out, his fingers tensing on my wrist. “Before she ends up killing me.”
“I’m not going to kill you,” I snap, struggling to get away from him. “I’m not a killer.”
Hatred burns in his eyes. “Look at you. You’ve got killer written all over you. Literally.”
“No, I don’t…” The words fade from my tongue as I catch a glimpse of my arms.
Like the other day, my veins have become more prominent and are protruding underneath my flesh.
“What’s happening to me?” I whisper in horror.
For a flicker of an instant, Roman’s brows knit in confusion.
But then he hastily erases the look and shouts, “Do it!”
A bright blue light suddenly illuminates around the room then heat blasts through the air, so potent I have to close my eyes.
What was that?
Am I dead?
I breathe in and out as the air settles down again. Then I crack open my eyes.
I…
What the…
I shake my head in shock… and in anger.