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I also need to get the fuck out of here before the explosion sets off pandemonium in the building. The fire alarms will go off, and who knows what other weapons will be set off like a chain reaction with the heat, vibrations from the explosion, or any other triggers.
The hallways will fill with employees who inevitably won’t be able to keep their cool in a disaster. Stampedes will be the least of my worries if I don’t make it to the others before the explosion. My bare feet meet the steps in quick succession, making a soft slapping sound with each step. Level after level, I round the corners, making my way to the ground floor where Cole was working his computer magic.
Once again, I hope he was able to finish everything in time. I’m really fucking up our plans by going off half cocked, but the chance to take out the fuckers who hurt my Grayson, and the opportunity to use them to fake our deaths… it’s too good to pass up. The only regret I’ll have is not being able to plan it out in advance so I could watch their suffering. And not being able to draw it out as long as possible.
Okay… so maybe I’ll regret more than I thought. I’m sure I can make up for it on my next kill. Still some pretty good odds though for winging it last minute. And I’m fairly certain I’ll cover all the rules Ravenmaster gave me.
He shouldn’t be able to find any reasons to yell at me, but knowing him, he’ll make something up. The fucking bastard loves punishing me a little too much.
Reaching the ground floor, I pause long enough to slip my heels back on, and walk into the main hallway. Keeping my head down, I avoid drawing attention from those who I pass until I’m able to slip into the server room. A freezing cold blast of air hits me when I walk in with how cold they keep it for all the equipment.
Glancing up I catch three men with varying frowns. “What’s Grayson talking about, Little Bird?” Jasper questions with a growl. I’m saved from answering by the explosion shaking through the entire building, and the alarm blaring moments later.
Chapter 3
Vander
My eyes are stinging with the smoke billowing out of the office, and I sink to my knees. Pain rips through my chest, tearing my heart into shreds. I already lost her once, watched as she screamed for me through the back window of a car. I thought that was the greatest pain I could imagine.
This is so much worse. At least back then there was hope. Hope that she could be found, that one day I’d hold her in my arms again. Seeing her ashy body sprawled out across the floor… It’s too final. There’s no coming back from this.
It can’t be her.
I refuse to believe it.
And yet… I can’t be entirely sure. The thought of saving myself from the destruction raining down around me is impossible. I can’t fathom a world where I could live without her. Not now that I’ve had a taste of her, now that the possibility of having a fraction of her heart has been dangled in front of me. Happiness without her is an impossibility. I might as well lay beside her and wait for the fire to consume me too. It would be less painful than trying to survive a life without her.
It’s becoming harder to see with the black fumes filling the air, but I know now that I need to be positive it’s actually her. My Reginetta. The woman who stole my soul the very first time I saw her. What kind of fucked up shit is that? How does a baby possess such power? It’s as if fate had a hand in our lives from the very beginning.
Fuck that!
If fate deemed to play with us like puppets on a string, then they have a fucked up version of humor. Because our lives have been one nightmare after another. And if that’s the case, then why wouldn’t they dream up such a horrific ending for us?
I need to reach her. I can’t focus on anything else until I know with certainty.
Reaching my free hand in front of me, while keeping the cloth over my mouth, I move to crawl closer to her body. Glass and other debris cut into my hand, but the pain doesn’t even begin to touch the agony shredding my chest apart.
I’ve probably made it a couple of feet, the heat of the fire making any forward movement damn near impossible, when a hand lands on my shoulder. It startles me from my steadfast focus on reaching Remi.
I don’t need this right now. To have to fight someone off just so I can find out if I’ll ever be able to breathe a single breath again. This lack of air has nothing to do with the billowing smoke either.
With a sharp jerk of my shoulder, I try to dislodge the hold they have on me, but the motherfucker has a firm grasp. Their fingers dig into my skin. Suddenly a punch lands on my cheek, and it’s like I’m freed from a vortex. Sound rushes toward me, roaring in my ears. The noise of fire crackling, an alarm blaring, faint screams, and the yells from a voice I know well.
“Snap out of it, you goddamn asshole!” Jasper screams. His fist flies toward my face again, but this time I see it coming, and reach out just in time to push it to the side so he misses.
“Let me go! I need to know if it’s her!” I yell while shooting to my feet and pushing him with both hands on his chest. The built fucker doesn’t move an inch. He’s lucky all the smoke, heat, panic, and gunshot wound has weakened me right now. I refuse to believe he might be more built than me.
“You imbecile. Didn’t you get our text? We told you to have the car ready. They’re waiting for us! We need to leave.”
A sardonic laugh bursts out of me. “I’m not leaving without Remington. And the fact that you would, tells me everything I need to know about you.”
The bastard has the nerve to roll his eyes. “What part of she’s waiting for us didn’t you get? She’s fine, let’s go before she murders me for letting you die here.”
Rage lashes out of me, and I can’t help but throw a punch. Pain immediately spreads throughout my shoulder, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I popped a stitch. The hit nails him right in the eye socket, sending him crashing through the already weakened wall behind him. He lands with a thud that can barely be heard over the fire spreading throughout the hallway. Why the fuck haven’t the sprinklers turned on?
Jasper groans, as he gently presses on his cheek. “What the fuck was that for?”
“You goddamn know you didn’t say anything about her being safe, you asshole,” I rasp. My throat is sore, almost raw with the smoke irritating it. I’ve forgotten to keep the cloth over my mouth, and now I can’t hold off the coughs wracking through my chest, sending even more pain through my injury that’s barely begun to heal.
