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My cousin, that's what.
I throw myself at the nearest minion, Milliken, and tackle him to the floor. Then I punch him twice. He passes out.
"Watch out, Errol!" Ashley shouts.
I roll to the side just as Unger tries to grab me, apparently wanting to get me in a choke hold. Ashley straps her arms around Unger's neck and locks her legs around his midsection. She moves her arms up to form a headlock, with her forearms covering his eyes.
And I slug him in the gut. When he staggers backward, Ashley leaps off him, and I punch him in the face three times. Unger drops to the floor. That leaves two minions and Frisk.
I donnae like violence, but tying these bastards up didn't stop them. I had to go further.
Munro springs out of the pool and throws his arms around the ankles of one minion, hauling him downward.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Ashley
Frisk glowers at his only remaining conscious lackey. "Go in there, Sampson, and get that scumbag right now. I command you to do it, or I will fire every last round in my gun into your forehead. So go and get that son of a bitch."
Sampson shakes his head violently. "No way, boss. You can shoot me, because I'm not going in there with that demon."
"He's one Scotsman."
"No, he's a demon." Sampson raises his hands, palms out, and backs away from Frisk. "Sorry, boss, I'm done."
"For pity's sake, he's just one man." Frisk whirls toward me and Errol. "Where did your cousin take my men?"
Errol shrugs. "Ask him yourself."
Munro flies up out of the pool, planting his palms on the ledge, and heaves his body onto the cavern floor. Water sluices off him, dripping from his clothes and hair that have become plastered to his body. Munro's chest heaves, and he aims his searing glare at Frisk.
"Drop the gun," Munro growls. "Last chance. You have three seconds before I drag you into that pool. Three, two—"
Frisk drops his gun. It clatters on the floor.
Wow. Munro is one tough Scot. Based on the look on his face and what he just did, I would've handed over my weapon too—if I had one.
I can't deny he looks damn hot all wet, with his clothes glued to his big muscles.
Errol snatches up Frisk's gun and tucks it inside his waistband. "Get in the corner over there with your mates."
Frisk scuffles to the corner, waving for his men to follow him.
"What did ye do with the henchmen, Munro?" Errol asks. "I'd understand if ye drowned them. One of those bastards nearly killed Ashley, after all."
"Didnae kill them," Munro says. "Go out there and look."
Errol and I walk outside—and see three men lying limp on the ground. Errol checks each man for a pulse. "They're alive. Just unconscious, though I can't see any evidence of how Munro knocked them out. Go back inside while I transport these men."
I do what he said. I go back inside the cavern, where Munro seems to be keeping control of Frisk and his lackeys simply by staring intently at them. I think they honestly believe Munro is a demon. Well, I can't deny his incredible display earlier stunned me. But I've spent enough time with Munro to realize he isn't a demon. He's just one tough Scot.
Errol enters the cavern, carrying an unconscious lackey slung over his shoulders. He sets the man down beside Frisk, then returns for another lackey. By the time Errol has retrieved all three men, Frisk and his lackeys seem to be in shock. They stare blankly at nothing in particular.
"What are we doing now?" Munro asks.
"Time to enact my master plan," Errol tells his cousin. "Shouldn't take long."
I move closer to Errol so I can whisper to him, "Can I help you with your plan?"
