“ARGH!” I roared when one of his fists caught me in the jaw. My lip split, and I tasted blood.
With a surge of adrenaline, I kicked off the wall and rolled on top of him, managing to pin his arms to his chest. He bucked his hips, trying to throw me off, but my weight was enough to keep him in place.
“Stay still, dickhead,” I gritted out.
What did I do now?
If I could find some rope, I could tie him up. I was sure he had some buried in all his magician shit.But then what?
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I had no ideas, and I was wasting precious time.
Think, Revel, think. What would Zero do?
He’d be useless, that was for sure. Probably laugh and watch Night slowly slip into madness. The sick fuck might even get off on it?—
My moment of distraction cost me again, and I went airborne. I flew over Night’s head, landing hard on the trailer floor, and scrambled to right myself. Before I made it to my feet, the magician’s heavy form slammed into me, knocking the air from my lungs.
We flew backward, and my head bounced off the trailer floor. Lights popped in front of my eyes as Night wrapped his hands around my throat, squeezing hard enough to crush my windpipe.
I landed a few shots to his ribs and clipped his chin with my fist, but he didn’t even flinch. He was a true beast, terrifying in every sense of the word. As I watched, more red bled across the whites of his eyes, and his sapphire irises darkened to near black.
My heart stuttered, and his fingers wrapped tighter around my throat.
I was at a loss for what to do, but I couldn’t stop fighting. If Night escaped this trailer, the rest of the circus would be in danger. Hell, the rest of Dallas would be at risk until the fucker was handled.
No, I had to stop this.
My alpha instincts flared at the acknowledgement, and I bucked hard enough to send Night toppling off me. He still had a hold of my throat, but I was able to pry one hand off as I fought to pin him to the ground. I landed another solid punch to his jaw before I grabbed him by the throat.
He matched nearly every one of my moves, countering and blocking most of my attempts to get the upper hand, but I finally managed to land with one knee on either side of him again. The look on his face was unrecognizable, his eyes lacking any and all warmth they once possessed.
Shit.
I really didn’t want to kill him.
We weren’t exactly friends, but after working together for so long—years of performing in the ring—I’d grown attached.
The circus troupe was the closest thing I had to family, even with all their qualms and quirks.
“Goddamn it, Night,” I growled, every muscle in my body tight as I fought to keep him pinned.
If only there was an omega here to bite him…
Bite him.
The thought appealed to my alpha instincts, and I faltered at how strongly the words resonated.
Me biting him was pointless—bonds between alphas were fickle connections that faded quickly. Not to mention we weren’t in a fucking pack.
The thought was laughable, but despite my attempts to shake it, it lingered.
What harm could it do?
If I was lucky, the temporary bond would be enough to snap him out of this feral spell, to bring him back from the edge. It was a long shot, born out of my desperation and panic, but it was the only plan I had.
If it failed, I’d have to knock him out or kill him.
