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My knee rammed the floorboard, but I caught myself with my hands and twisted, kicking out and hitting the enforcer in the gut with my heel.
I leaped back to my feet and did some sort of jump-kick thing that nailed him just beneath the jaw. Then I threw a punch and hit the guy square in the nose. I lunged forward, my paws outstretched, and beat the guy on the chest. My nails sank in, and I raked them down his body, making him scream.
He jabbed his fist at me, but I darted to the left and then jabbed, which caught him under the jaw.
Holy crap, this was cool. I was in my body, but so was Sawyer, and he was helping me kick this jerk’s butt.
I kicked again, this time catching him right in the groin. Sawyer grumbled under his breath at that, but he didn’t miss a beat. I circled around the guy, put my hands around his neck, and twisted.
A crack sounded. He toppled to the floor, lifeless.
My heart pounded. My mouth went dry, and I stopped breathing.
Oh my God. He’s dead. I killed him. I covered my mouth. I killed him.
Sawyer’s presence wrapped around me again. I killed him. Not you.
But—
It was me. He would have killed you or something far worse, Sloane. Baby, the fight isn’t over. I need you to focus on Lincoln.
I snapped my attention to my other mate. He was taking on three guys by himself, and he was losing. Two guys had a hold of him, and Mikey was pulling out a syringe. He jammed the needle into Lincoln’s forearm, then pressed the plunger.
Lincoln howled, his body contorting.
“Lincoln!” I screamed as I sprinted across the room.
I dove at one of the men holding him, tackling him to the ground.
My claws extended, and I dragged them across his throat. Rivulets of blood poured out. He gasped, his hands flying to his neck as he choked. My eyes widened as the blood kept spilling out of the wound. His gaze drifted off to the side, and his hands went slack, falling to the floor.
Panic filled me, but it wasn’t my own. Oh no, Sloane. I have to go.
Sawyer’s presence vanished, leaving me feeling empty. A lump formed in my throat as I met Lincoln’s eyes.
Lincoln coughed and wheezed. “Sloane!”
His warning came too late. A hand fisted in my hair, wrenching me free of the man I’d just killed. The guy yanked me to my feet and tugged me into his body. His lips pressed against my ear, and I shuddered as his stench consumed me.
“You are going to pay for that. That’s my brother, bitch.” He put his foot in front of me and pushed.
I stumbled over his feet but managed to catch myself before I fell. Then I lifted my foot and slammed my heel down on the top of his foot with everything I had. My elbow shot back, hitting him right in the chest.
He grumbled, and I could hear Mikey laughing behind me. That sicko was enjoying this.
The enforcer took advantage of my distraction and shoved me away from him so hard I tripped over my own feet.
I fell into the end table by the bed, knocking a lamp over with my hand as I tried to catch myself. The lamp shattered, shards skidding across the hardwood. I hit my shoulder on the end table, and then the ground bit into me.
The enforcer put his foot on my back and shoved me into the floorboards. I scrabbled for purchase, my nails leaving claw marks in the hardwood.
On the other side of the bed was another dead enforcer. It must have been one Lincoln killed. But something else caught my eye much closer. It was a long piece of glass from the lamp.
I struggled against the man as he wiggled his foot on my back and reached my fingers out. Hey, they weren’t paws anymore. When had that happened? Not important. My finger grazed against the glass, but I couldn’t grasp it. I tried again, grunting.
I caught it with my pointer finger and spun it toward me. The guy sank his fingers into my hair and started to pull me up. I lunged forward, getting the glass and squeezing it in my palm as he yanked me back to my feet.
Mikey made a tsking sound. “Bring her over here, next to her lover boy. I want her to watch as I hurt him.”
