Nothing.
Brady asked.
Hunt said right away, the one word heavy before he yelped and groaned.
With my mouth open to ask, he said,
He didn’t sound okay, though.
“You’ve made your decision, then,” the Magnum holding me said. “It’s a bad one. You won’t be able to say I didn’t warn you.”
The circle of them was so tight around me I could make out the nose hairs of the Magnum directly in front of me. His eyes glittered with avarice, like he believed he was about to get to claim his prize.
Me.
“No!” I said. “No, no. Just gimme a sec to think it over.”
“You don’t have seconds. Your friends are already dying.”
My heart thudded through its next beat.
Fuck, were they?
I called out.
I waited only a second before calling for him again.
His voice was thready.
I yelled.
The Magnum was shouting in my face to be heard above the din. I no longer cared what he said. I listened only for Griffin.
It was Hunt.
He audibly groaned, something he’d be trying to prevent us from hearing.
I ordered.
He sighed into our bond. he mumbled, like he was fading.
Brady shouted.
I shouted, my eyes smarting.
Hunt said.
He cut off abruptly.
“She refuses to submit,” the Magnum facing me announced to the room.
Cutting through the cacophony, his pronouncement echoed as every other Magnum took a turn repeating the condemnation.
She refuses to submit.
