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No. On the contrary. Between the control I threatened and the secrets I knew, he wanted todestroyme and everyone I loved.
Anton inhaled and groaned. “That’s it, pet. Let me smell your fear. It always gets me hard.” He reached down with his free hand and adjusted himself behind the tailored fit of his slacks.
Stomach tight, I ripped free of Reed’s hold and rubbed my arm.
“Such a feisty little bird,” Reed taunted, grinning, then licking his lips like he couldn’t wait to taste me again.
Ignoring him, my mind whirled through every possibility while I drummed my fingers through the air, needing the movement to retain any lingering warmth. I was running out of time, and help wasn’t here yet. Thane was hurt, and I was in danger.
There was only one solution, one wildly reckless conclusion I could come to.
I needed to destroy him first.
My fingers ached, ready to fly, to protect both myself and the man I loved.
Anton first. Then Huck and Reed. I played the scenario through as my fingers parted the slit in my skirt, brushing against the bottom of my holster.
“Last chance,” I warned, taunting Anton further, daring him to swing the gun in my direction and off of my injured mate.
“No, Demi. That wasyourlast chance.” His eyes seemed to glitter with malice as he nodded at Huck.
“Finally, I get to play,” the knife-wielding maniac purred as he moved faster than lightning.
“Demi!” Thane rasped.
I couldn’t draw my weapon fast enough. Between one heartbeat and the next, Huck had me pinned against him with my back to his front.
Dammit!
His knife landed at my throat. Cold metal bit into my skin, slicing just enough to make me breathe shallowly as I felt the first trickle of blood dribble down my flesh.
“No!” Thane coughed, then groaned, slumping to the ground.
I gasped, not for myself, but for my mate.
But I couldn’t worry about him yet.
Free yourself first, then check on Thane.
Anton thought he had me, but I wasn’t the same timid Omega I’d once been.
I was already moving. Hades’ words echoed through my mind from all our self-defense classes together.
Smaller than Huck by over a foot and at least sixty pounds lighter, I was at a severe disadvantage when it came to brute strength. Grabbing his hand, I heaved the knife away as much as I could, which wasn’t much at all. A few spare centimeters, but it was enough to keep him from slitting my throat as I moved.
Leveraging all my power, I dropped my shoulder and rotated into his body, ducking out of his hold and whirling. In one fluid movement, I wrenched his arm behind his back as I pivoted, using my momentum and his own strength against him. Thrusting upward with all my might, I bent his arm at an unnatural angle.
Go for the small joints, Hades had instructed, and I followed his advice now, prying the knife out of Huck’s hand as he screamed from the pain I inflicted on his knuckles.
Quick as a cobra strike, I palmed the blade while Huck grunted and cursed, but before he could move a muscle, I drove the knife between his legs, angling to castrate.
Being short didn’t come with many advantages, so I had to use my reach and force effectively.
A helpful little trick I’d picked up from a women’s self-defense video on YouTube.
Huck screamed and dropped to the ground, and I knew I’d hit something vital.
Served him right. I never wanted him to touch another woman again.
