She lets out a whimper and I huff. “You do have a pretty face. Sad to see it go down the drain. Literally.”
I turn around to grab a tool from my cart when I feel something slam into the back of my thighs.
I let out a loudoomphof surprise, trying to turn around to see what happened when something knocks me in the side of the head. My vision whites out, my knees hitting the floor in a horrible fashion.
“Hurry,” I hear Virgin say, and I grunt as I try to maneuver myself to see what is going on. But my head aches, my vision filtering between a white haze and blackness.
Fuck, they got me good.
Footsteps approach and I recognize those shoes. It can’t be…
Turning slightly, I try to see who is standing above me, and that’s when I meet his eyes.
“Call off your watchdog,” Henry mutters, his pretty eyes meeting mine. And then his foot meets my face, and I pass out.
4
BANE
“Bane. Bane. Wake up,” a voice above me says.
I blink my eyelids open and groan, my head throbbing. Everything comes flooding back to me, and regret sours my stomach.
Damn Henry. He was a good fuck, but not worth the trouble.
“Bane, hey, you okay?”
It’s Kit, his red hair falling over his freckled cheeks.
“Mmph,” I say as I try to sit up, only to end up falling once more.
“Shit. You’re really hurt,” Kit says, sounding slightly panicked. I see him pull out his phone, and then he swears when he realizes he can’t make calls down here. I have a secret hotspot that allows me to do so, but I don’t let people connect to it.
“Fuck. I’ll be back,” he says, and then an indeterminate amount of time passes before a gruff voice wakes me.
“Get him upstairs,” Anthony bites out. I feel hands on me, lifting me, and I curl into the strong, protective chest.
“I can walk,” I murmur as I’m hefted and jostled, and I peer up to see it’s Teddy who’s carrying me.
“Who did this?” Anthony asks, his face drawn with worry. No one usually worries about me. Only Agatha. But fuck, Anthony cares.
I shouldn’t be this surprised that hecares.
“It was Henry.”
“How the fuck did he get in?” Anthony growls. “How the fuck did he get in here?”
“He stole Virgin,” I murmur. “Henry took her.”
“Who the fuck is Virgina?”
“Virgin,” I correct, and Anthony nearly shouts.
“Fuck this. Virgin. Virginia. I don’t give a shit! Get everyone outside. I want you to fucking find them. Find out how he got in and then secure it. God fucking dammit!”
Anthony’s voice trails off as Teddy carries me through the tunnels and back inside the house. I’m set gently on a bed as Agatha rushes in, her eyes narrowed in worry.
“What did they do to you, little bug?” she asks, and I let her touch my face gently. “Who did this to you?”
