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“Who what?”
“Who was coming to get her?” Bastian asked.
Ares shook his head. “I don’t remember.”
“Better think hard.” Garrick nodded to Bastian, and the knife plunged deep again, hitting something hard before Bastian twisted it.
“Leave some for me, guys,” Peter said.
Bastian stalked around him, grabbing his hair and pulling his head to the side. He pressed the tip of the knife to his neck. He’d be able to dig pretty deep without hitting a major artery. There’d be a shit ton of blood, but he’d survive it.
“Wait! Wait!” Ares wiggled. “I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you.”
CHAPTER30
Ariella
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The light hurt her eyes,making her wince when she opened her eyelids. Though it wasn’t as powerful as the throbbing in her head.
“What the hell happened?” She muttered, sitting up on the bed. With her eyes shielded from the room's bright light, she surveyed her surroundings. Dark purple carpeting blanketed the floor of the small bedroom. Thick, velvety, black drapes framed the windows. The scent of lilacs carried through the air.
Ursa.
She jolted forward, searching the room for her aunt. It was empty, aside from a dresser and a full-length mirror in the corner of the room. Just a normal bedroom. Except for the three locks on the door.
First things first. She climbed out of bed and pulled the heavy drapes across the window, giving her some relief from the bright sun. A quick stock of herself reassured her that she had all her clothes, and while she had a wicked headache, she wasn’t hurt.
Her memory was foggy and only got worse the harder she tried to go back a few hours. She’d been at the club with Bastian and Garrick. The crowd separated them, or was it something else? All she could remember was screaming for Garrick as she was yanked further into the crowd and pulled into a dark room.
She sank back onto the bed, pressing her fingers into her temples, trying to alleviate the thumping enough to get a clear picture of what the hell happened. Was it a room? No, she’d been thrown into a van. She remembered the smell of oil and gasoline.
Metal sliding over metal cut through her thoughts. A moment later, the door opened.
“Well, look who’s finally awake.” Finn waltzed into the room carrying a glass of water, bringing it to the nightstand.
“Finn.” She jumped off the bed. How was he there? “Oh, thank god!” She rushed to him, wrapping her arms around him.
“Hey.” He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back, giving her one of his easy smiles.
“I’m so glad to see you. We have to go; we need to leave.” She started for the door, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her back. She stared at him in surprise for a moment. Then her eyes went to the glass of water he’d brought her. He wasn’t there to save her.
It had been him.
He’d grabbed her from the club. He’d rushed her out of the side door and tossed her into the back of a van. She’d yelled. She’d tried to get to the door.
He’d hit her.
She raised her hand to the back of her head, finding a tender knob at the back of her head.
His brow pulled together and then his face broke out in amusement.
“Wow. It all just came back to you. I could see the whole thing play on your face.” He laughed. “That’s awesome.”
She shied away from him. “What? What are you talking about?”
“Oh good, you’re awake!” Aunt Ursa glided into the room, the long black skirt of her dress swishing around her legs as she made her entrance.
