Those bastard Blackwoods had killed around a hundred Strix fans tonight.
All to try to weaken Elijah.
She’d been skirting the crowds when she’d sensed their combined power rising. Jack and Sajid had felt it too. Elijah had fallen to his knees, and Echo was moving toward him when his band suddenly pulled him from the stage.
They’d lost visual, but Echofelthim.
“This way.” She ran under the tunnel of a red-brick bridge and then stopped as a car sped past. A double carriageway, and beyond, a small patch of woodland in the middle of the motorway.
There.
“Don’t get killed, boys.”Though it would make my life easier.
Echo hit vamp speed. In less than ten seconds, she found herself inside the woodlands, staring at Elijah Webb. He was slumped against a tree trunk but jumped at her sudden appearance in the darkness.
He opened his mouth to say something but was stopped when Jack and Sajid burst through the trees to stand at her back.
“I’ll be damned. She was right,” Jack murmured.
And then before she could speak, they flew at Elijah. In the blink of an eye, he was bound in iron cuffs, knees buckling, face contorted in agony as he bit back his pain. He glared at her in betrayal.
“Fae,” Jack announced with satisfaction. He smirked in triumph at her. “Your turn, Echo. Kill the scum.”
Heart pounding, she walked slowly toward the three of them, Elijah on his knees, Sajid and Jack at either side of him.
“Nervous?” Sajid teased, grinning. “Or excited to make history?”
They could hear her pulse racing.
She didn’t answer.
Couldn’t speak.
Could barely look at them.
Remember who they are. The lives they’ve stolen. Who they work for.
Stopping above Elijah, she looked into his golden-green eyes as he tilted his head to meet her gaze. “I told you,” she whispered. “Didn’t I?”
He looked like he wanted to spit on her.
Drawing up her strength, Echo punched her arms out wide, and her fists broke through skin, muscle, and bone. She flexed her hands inside Jack’s and Sajid’s chests and covered their beating hearts, the slick, wet throb of them pulsing against her palms.
And then she clenched her fists around them and yanked her arms back, ripping their hearts from their chests.
The wolves collapsed with dull thuds, their eyes staring up at the ceiling of branches, shock still marring their faces.
Tears of remorse flooded Echo’s eyes, but she forced them back.
“Remember what they did,” she whispered to herself as their hearts rolled out of her hands.
“What the fuck?” Elijah wheezed in pain.
Echo reached down and snapped the iron cuffs off him with ease and threw them with so much heft, they soared through the sky, probably for miles. Elijah groaned and slumped onto his back while Echo reached down and gently closed Sajid’s and Jack’s eyes.
“You killed them.”
She turned to see Elijah sitting up, confusion wrinkling his brow. “I did. They were The Garm.”
