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Night appears by my side, his eyes shining with a fierce intensity. “Let’s do this,” he growls, handing me a knife.
I take it, feeling the weight of it in my hand. It’s good.
I nod at Night, and we join the rest of the team, moving through the room with deadly intent.
The scent of blood and gunpowder and so much fear fills my nostrils as we take down one guest after another. The adrenaline pumps through my veins, making me feel invincible. This is what it’s like to be a part of something bigger than yourself. Something that’s worth fighting and dying for.
Night disarms an overweight MP who has pulled a gun and is firing random shots in his panic, taking him down with a swift punch to the face. He falls to the ground, unconscious. Night doesn’t hesitate as he picks up the man’s gun, fires a bullet into his brain and turns to the next target.
I follow his lead, taking out anyone who gets in our way.
It’s like a dance, a deadly tango, and we move with the precision of a well-oiled machine. The screams of the guests echo in my ears, but I don’t falter. We’re doing this for them, for all the women who have been treated like trash by these men.
I smirk as I catch sight of Hatchet, who’s standing at the back of the room with his arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold.
Night grabs me suddenly, pulling me to him and crashing his lips down onto mine in a bloody, brutal kiss.
My heart speeds up as his tongue slides into my mouth, exploring every inch. His hands, covered in blood, grip my hips tightly as we lose ourselves in the moment.
The sound of gunfire and screams fade away as we kiss, lost in this moment of destruction and passion. His hard body presses against mine, and I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone
We pull away, both of us gasping for breath, and lock eyes for a moment. There’s a fierce intensity in his gaze that matches my own, and I know that we’re both in this until the end.
We break apart, and I spin around, raising my knife to take down another guest who’s foolish enough to stand in our way.
I make my way through the crowd, slashing at anyone I come across before crashing into Ghost. He’s paler than usual in his stark black tux, a smear of red on his cheek marring his beautiful clear complexion.
“Delectable, Miss Kingfisher,” he says.
“Donnelly?” I check.
He gives me a wolfish grin. “Of course, how could I resist an invitation to the party of the year? Youreallyknow how to throw a bash. I’m harder than fucking steel. I could fuck all night!” he crows.
I bite back a laugh and he blinks at me, and suddenly his expression is less manic, more embarrassed. Ghost is back.
“Sorry,” he murmurs.
“Don’t be. You do you,” I tell him, squeezing his hand and pecking him on his bloody cheek. “Besides, you look fucking hot,” I add, loving the way his cheeks flush.
The moment’s lost as a guest staggers into us, grabbing at Ghost and imploring him to help.
“Don’t touch him, “ I snarl, possessive anger surging through me. How dare he touch what’s mine!
I stab at him, driving the knife into his throat with unnecessary force and propelling him backwards.
“You killed him,” Ghost says, blinking at me.
“Duh. That’s the general idea,” I laugh.
“But you killed him for me.”
“I didn’t like him touching what’s mine.
My words snap something inside of me and he surges forward, grabbing the back of my neckcloth and thrusting his tongue into my mouth. The kiss is confident, sexy, toe-curling and allGhost.
“Later, baby,” I tell him with a wink.
The look he gives me is scorching.
