The man shrugged. “I’m doing what my masters ask of me. And they wantyou.”
Asher frowned at the man as, for the first time, he questioned if some of these borderline Savages wanted to be involved in this. He’d mostly considered them weak assholes, but maybe there was more to it than he knew.
It didn’t matter. If this man got in the cell, he would try to take him to the demons, and Asher couldn’t allow that. Not only did he refuse to become one of these pathetic pieces of shit, but he knew far too much about the Alliance.
Under normal torture conditions, he would never divulge any information, but he had no idea what would happen if they injected him with that crap and started asking questions. The inevitable fate facing him was that one of them would not make it out of this cell alive.
The man fiddled with his keys as Asher searched for a weapon. This man only held the faint hint of a Savage’s putrid odor, which meant he maintained some control over his baser urges. He’d probably been commanded to keep his position by the demons or higher-up Savages.
Asher grasped the edge of the cot and flipped it on its side. It clattered as it hit the wall, and the officer laughed as Asher bent and ripped one of the legs off the cot. The click of the lock sounded, and Asher spun as the man removed his stun gun from his holster and smiled at Asher.
Asher threw himself to the side as a pop sounded. Rolling across the ground, he watched as the two prongs hit the wall and bounced off, but though they missed him, the vamp had succeeded in distracting him. The loud clang of the cell door opening caused him to roll toward it, but the vampire was already in the room and charging at him.
Asher scrambled to his feet and swung out with the cot leg as the vamp lunged at him. The metal leg caught the man across his face, knocking his head to the side as his arms encircled Asher’s waist and propelled him into the wall.
The air exploded out of Asher as he was slammed into the concrete. He nearly lost his grip on the leg but managed to hold on to it. Lifting it over his head, he crashed it down on the vamp’s back as the bigger man pulled him off the wall and bashed him into it again.
Unable to catch his breath, Asher’s lungs burned as they pleaded for oxygen, as did his brain, but both organs would have to wait.
* * *
They both entered the room,and the woman didn’t put up a fight as she approached the table again.
“All of you will do exactly as I say,” Brie continued. “Is that understood?”
She saw when their eyes glazed over and she took control of their minds. “Yes,” the three of them said.
“How many exits are there in this building, and where are they?”
“Two,” the woman said. “There’s the front entrance”—she pointed to the glass doors Brie had studied earlier—“and another in the back, past the cells.”
Brie pointed to the two men. “You two will make sure no one else comes in this building. I don’t care what you have to do to keep them out; just make sure they stay there. Understand?”
“Yes,” they all murmured.
“Go on now,” she commanded. “And don’t stop guarding those doors until I tell you to stop.”
“Okay,” one of the men said, but the other was already on his way out the door.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
Asher smashedthe metal cot leg into the vamp’s back again. The metal bent over him, and the next blow snapped it in half.
The vamp continued to batter him off the wall as Asher gripped the weapon in both hands and plunged it into the vamp’s back. He grunted and finally released his hold on Asher as he staggered back. His hand clawed behind his back as he attempted to pull the rod free from his ribs.
Asher stumbled away from the wall as white lights burst before his eyes. He’d gone without oxygen for too long, but he couldn’t let the lack of it drag him down. If he passed out now, he was doomed.
This bastard would drag him out of here and most likely return for Brie… or maybe it was him and his secrets the vamp sought.
Finally inhaling a breath of air that burned into his lungs, Asher turned toward the vamp. The man gave up on removing the rod and stood the best he could as he prepared himself for Asher’s attack.
At the last second, Asher darted to the side, flung himself to the ground, and slid across the concrete surface as he kicked the vamp’s legs out from under him. Not expecting the move, the big man fell forward and faceplanted onto the floor like an ice skater whose skate got stuck on something on the ice.
The vamp was getting his hands underneath him when Asher hooked his leg over the man’s back and swung onto it. Grasping the back of the vamp’s head, Asher smashed it into the floor again and again.
Something caved in; blood splattered everywhere. He was about to flatten the man’s head again when someone shouted, “Freeze!”
When Asher dropped the vamp’s head, it smacked off the ground.
