Page 122 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

Her amusement curled between us before fading as she lifted her hands. "Maybe I'll just fuck you in revenge if we ever get back home."

"We'll get home, and I'll welcome the revenge fuck."

"Alright. I have to focus."

More magic collided with River's shield.

I grabbed her waist to keep her moving just before her pain leaked through the wall between our minds.

My stomach clenched.

Instinct demanded I fix her hurt, but there was no way to do that.

I followed the fae, keeping Ophelia upright as we moved further down the hallway.

As more of Reaper's gang members died, more surrendered.

When we finally reached the end of the hall, the mood was grim.

The final door didn't open itself, and the prisoner inside didn't come out.

The fae exchanged looks, before River finally opened it.

He peered inside before turning back toward us. "It's empty."

Their foreheads creased, and they looked at each other.

Jazz's eyes widened. "He's going for the elevator."

"Oh, fuck," River swore. "If he takes down the elevator's magic..."

Liv was sprinting away from the rest of us before River finished speaking.

Her mate was snarling, shifting into a massive panther as he tore after her.

Darius and his dark-haired mate were at their heels.

Callum groaned loudly, and started walking.

"Do we need to worry?" Jazz asked Callum, her and River jogging slowly.

"No. Darius and Liv can contain him together, and Rae's shadows are alarmingly strong."

They slowed down.

The mood darkened as we reached the other hallway, and found more bodies scattered. They were covered in blood, evidence that the fae royals weren't behind the deaths.

This time, it was Reaper.

Ophelia lowered her hands, blinking away surprise as she looked around.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Reaper went for the elevator."

"Oh god. If he wrecks the magic there..."

"Liv and Darius will take care of it," Callum said, still calm.