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“He’s very important to me,” I tell him through clenched teeth. “He’s my best friend and...” I don’t want to share everything with this man, so I fall quiet. “If you can’t tell me where he is, I’ll go look for him myself.”
I’m about to walk past him but he grabs my elbow, pulling me against him.
“I’ll take you to him,” he says, forcing me to stand at his side.
I hate the way his arm snakes around my waist.
Damon and Julian are close by, so Callahan doesn’t scare me too badly right now.
Taking a deep breath, I decide to let him take advantage of me for the moment. I’ll bear him until I can find Julian.
He leads me toward the entrance hall.
My gaze immediately falls toward the group of men standing in the far corner. They’re all wearing black.
Both our soldiers and the mercenaries from the terrorist group are wearing black. Since Callahan continues to walk toward them, I assume them to be our soldiers.
I try to relax as fragments of crystal and porcelain crunch under my feet.
There are signs of damage all around the hall. Most of the vases are broken. The couch and cushions are torn, bits of feather and cotton lingering in the air. Pieces of glass and porcelain litter the floor.
It’s only when we’ve moved closer that my feet come to a stop.
I spot the horrific spider on the sleeves of the men who have their backs turned on us. They’re all surrounding someone who’s lying on the floor but I can’t see who it is.
“Give me my gun back,” I whisper urgently. “They’re not our men.”
“Come forward,” Callahan says, jerking my arm to make me keep up with him.
The men turn around as we advance.
They’re all holding rifles.
All the breath escapes me as I spot the man lying on the ground.
Julian’s lying on the floor, his body barely moving. There are flecks of blood on his silvery strands and his fingers look bloody and bent, like someone stomped on them and deliberately crushed them.
I push Callahan with all my strength and lunge forward.
“Get away from him,” I shout, attacking the closest man.
The sight of my injured mate makes me see red. I don’t even care that these men are armed.
My elbows dig into stomachs. My feet kick at knees and groins.
The men gasp and groan at my attack. Mostly, they try to deflect me but surprisingly, no one hits back. No one’s bothering to even shoot at me.
When I realize what’s happening, I come to a halt.
Soft laughter sounds from behind me.
Callahan walks forward and comes to stand before me. “They don’t dare bruise my rose,” he says, raising his hand to caress my cheek.
I slap his hand away. “Give me my gun,” I scream. “I’m going to kill them all.”
Callahan grabs my hand but instead of handing me my weapon, he locks a handcuff around my wrist. Before I can react, he takes my other hand and fully cuffs me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I shout, finding my wrists cuffed before my eyes. “They’re the enemy. We can’t take them on if you don’t use me to fight them.”
