Not random.
Angry.
I heard it in the impact.
“Echo.”
Behind us, guttural moans rose — wet, furious, close.
The ferals were breaking into the ward.
And beneath that — deeper, heavier — gunfire. Rotors.
More of them than before.
Sy didn’t look back.
“Go,” he ordered.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I charged into the darkness, uncaring what was hiding in the depths. As I ran down the stairs, I heard the frantic feet of running guards and medical staff, trying to evacuate and secure areas of the ward below. Ahead of me, as I reached the bottom, I saw a guy in a lab coat trying to force the doors to lock shut. I met his eyes through the glass and watched him blanch.
Hey, I know that guy. And he knows me.
I used my power to blast my way into the door, shoving my boot in the closing frame. The tech drew a taser and I just cracked my neck.
Fucking tasers.
I lunged at him, knocking him to the floor.
“Where is she Eugene, you motherfucker? Where is Seph?”
I hit him too hard and a couple of teeth went flying.
Oops.
Blood ran from his mouth, dribbling down his chin as he shook his head, eyes glassy and wild.
“You—you don’t understand—”
I hit the wall beside his head hard enough to crack tile. Plaster rained down.
“I understand perfectly,” I said. “You took her. You hurt her. And you’re standing between me and Seph.”
His laugh came out wrong. High. Broken.
“If I tell you, he’ll kill me.”
I just tilted my neck.
“That’s what you’re worried about? Marr!”
“He has more power than you could ever imagine I – “
I hit him again. He stared at me with wide eyes.
“What? You were hysterical. Now you have five seconds.”
“No. please.”
