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Because as soon as I got it from him—followed by the snap of one of his fingers breaking with the force of my assault—it only took one hit from the wrench to take him down. Apparently, after this, they tired of my shit. Several of them pulled out guns, and I wondered why it took them so long. I took two shots to the leg, the bullets going clean through, but when I kept coming for them was when there was real fear in their eyes that I could take them down before their minds cleared enough for them to retaliate.
The rest followed shortly afterward, coming at me. Those who decided they were better off not fighting and valued their own asses more than saving the building assisted in dragging out their unconscious or unable-to-walk comrades.
Throwing one of them across the room was fun, first slamming him into a table and running him along the length as his head collided with every item on the surface before I propelled him from the edge.
Like in the movies.
When the last of them was clearing out, I spun on my heel as I felt someone standing behind me.
“Aw fuck, seriously?” I groaned.
“Hi, Ray.”
Ilsa stood at the entrance, her eyes firmly ignoring the destruction littered around me—the tools, floor, and cars splattered with blood—and staring only at me. She looked disappointed, and for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why. Did she seriously expect me to stop because we had a short conversation?
“Apart from the fact you want to fuck me, why are you here?” I asked.
“You need to stop this. I thought you learned.”
“You thought wrong. I’m not killing anybody, so just stay out of this.”
“No.”
“Listen,” I approached her, and while she flinched, she stood her ground, one hand in her pocket touching what I’m sure was another silver knife. How many of those fucking things did she have? “You can’t control me, and you don’t seem to genuinely want to kill me. So, either take me down or leave me alone.”
She said nothing. I had hit a nerve.
“Ray, these people, they aren’t going to take this forever. They might come after you.”
“But—”
Screaming, I dropped to my knees and fell forward. Reaching behind me, I was desperate to remove the metal stake that had been plunged into my lower back.
“Ray!”
Concern in her voice?
What the fuck?
Some pain, even for me, was hard to ignore, and I felt my skin surging and shifting as my demon filled with rage at the attack. Snarling, my shoulder blades cracked and shifted as I bent my arm back, twisting my elbow on a third joint that didn’t exist in humans, and managed to grab the stake. It was slippery with my blood, and my hand kept sliding away as I tried to remove it.
I needed it gone, so I could heal. It was steel, and the wound would take care of itself in a matter of minutes if I could only get the fucking thing out.
Turning at the sounds of struggle, I watched as Ilsa forced the man who attacked me to his knees, her arm wrapped around his neck from behind in a chokehold and his fingers scrambling uselessly against her arm as he weakened. When he stopped fighting, she gave him another shake to be sure he was unconscious before rushing to my side.
Ilsa, so composed and well-trained, was flapping about as though she had never seen a wound before. I could read her. She wasn’t hesitating because she didn’t know how to deal with the wound, she was battling internally because she didn’t know if she wanted to save me. Or if sheshould.
“Stop thinking about this. You’ve already taken a man down to help me.” At my words, she cast a glance at the unconscious man on the floor, her eyes wide. “Just help me, I can’t reach it.”
“We need to get you to a hospital,” she said.
“No hospital,” I forced the words through gritted teeth. “Just get this fucking thing out of me.”
With both hands and a better grip, she was able to slide the stake from me. The suction sound of flesh as the wound sealed while it was removed had my shoulders slumping with relief. Hearing it clank as it hit the ground, Ilsa moved around until she was kneeling in front of me, her hands hovering around as though she was afraid to touch me. My shoulders were rolling, the muscles begging to turn into my demon form, but I kept it under control.
Barely.
Twitching, I waited a moment, and she simply watched me.
