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“The bullets won’t hurt you, neither will arrows. But the blade in the hands of another will definitely hurt you and Leah. If they decapitate either of you, you really are dead. Understand?” I nod while she takes another breath. Getting frustrated, I frantically try to free her. “Now kill me,” she goes on.
“No,” I growl.
“Great. A monster who can’t kill,” she groans.
“I’m not a monster,” I w
hisper to her and me.
“Victor is a monster, and as long as I’m alive, he’s the monster in control. For all you know, all your people are dead.”
My eyes meet hers, and I snap the final cuff, freeing her completely.
“I’m not a monster,” I repeat, and I run toward the stairs, leaping up them in one bound.
It’s chaos and mayhem on a silver platter. Ella is covered in blood, but it’s not her own. She’s ripping through hordes of never-ending soldiers like it’s playtime. A bullet grazes her cheek, and she never even blinks.
Gage is firing rapidly with a gun, trying to keep them off her. Everyone is fighting, including Dice, who sees me first. His eyes widen and he turns a little pale, apparently having thought I was dead.
I see Kya close to him, firing into the masses as well. The warehouse is thousands and thousands of square feet, and it’s overrun with men dressed like tactical soldiers who want blood. Our blood.
We’re in a motherfucking fishbowl.
My eyes land on another I forgot about. Slade grabs a man off Ella, and he literally rips his head from his shoulders like he’s tearing a tag out of a shirt.
I finally find the one I’m looking for, and my head thunders with a thousand thoughts at once.
Leah…
Her eyes are black and she’s painted red by the stains of the blood she’s spilled. She looks like Carrie in the middle of the bloodiest prom ever.
Her eyes are solid black, and bullets keep crashing against her, leaving her unscathed as she tears into one man after another with a sword so stained by blood that you can’t even see the true color of it anymore.
Slade finds me, and his eyes narrow. I guess he thought I was dead too.
“Leah!” I shout, but my voice is lost amongst the masses.
Something pops me in the leg, and I look down as a few fragments of metal land on the ground. I really am fucking anointed-bulletproof.
Leah’s like a machine, bringing the blade down and spinning, killing anyone and everyone that steps into her path. Blood sprays like a warning to anyone who dares to get too close, but one does charge her with a blade in his hands.
Grabbing the knife off a dead soldier, I run forward and toss it. It nails him between the eyes and he drops to the ground just as I tackle her from the side to keep another one from stabbing her.
They’ve found her weakness.
Her black eyes meet mine, and Dice’s fucking “hashtag, freaky eyes” pops into my head at the worst possible moment. At first she snaps at me, trying to fucking bite me, but then recognition sparks, and I roll us behind a bunch of crates as more and more knives are thrown at us. It’s then I see the gashes on her arms. That’s how they found her weakness.
“Zee?” she whispers hoarsely as the black in her eyes slowly starts to recede.
Dice is suddenly at my side, firing at the blade slinging battalion.
“How fucking many people do they have in here?!” he barks. “And why can’t we get out?”
“Find Victor,” I tell him, looking away from Leah as he glances down at me.
“Who the fuck is Vic—”
His words end on a squeal when a bullet slams into his arm and knocks him back. He curses while covering his wound, and he glares at me like it’s my fault. I guess it is.
