“She knows you’re the one who delivered her to us.”
I clench my teeth so hard my gums bleed.
“I said—turn it fucking off!”
The screen goes black.
But it’s too late.
The images stay.
Her screams echo.
My name. Her blood. That terror in her eyes. It claws at something deep in my chest. Deeper than anything has ever reached. It hurts. Fuck, it hurts—not pain, not rage, not anything I can fucking name.
It’s—
“Priest!” Sterling’s voice slices through my mind. “What did you do?”
“Nothing! I didn’t do fucking shit.”
He stalks toward me. “‘Nothing’ seems like a hell of a lot when a traitor’s daughter just vanishes out of the Depths.”
Before I can tell him to go fuck himself, hands grab me from behind.
“What the fuck are you doing!?” I explode, swinging an elbow back so hard I hear a nose break. Blood splatters my shoulder as the guy screams. Another one lunges—I pivot, slam his head into the table.
“Hold him!” Sterling shouts.
More Sovereigns pile in. Five. Six. Seven.
It takes all of them.
Someone grabs my neck—another clamps onto my arms. I land a solid kick to the side, and someone crumples with a guttural scream as bone cracks beneath my boot.
“I’ll fucking kill you!” I roar, blood in my mouth.
A pistol cracks across the back of my skull—my vision flashes white. I drop to a knee, dazed but not fucking done.
I surge again, spitting blood as I fight against them—trained killers or not, they’re notme.
Another Sovereign slams my face into the table. A second gun presses to the base of my skull.
“Stand. Down.”
“He said he didn’t do it!” Raze shouts from somewhere behind me. I catch a glimpse—he’s being restrained too, struggling against men holding him back. “Fucking let him go!”
“You’re both being detained.” Sterling steps over the blood and moaning bodies. “Someone helped her escape. And I won’t stop until I find out who.”
I bare my teeth as they yank my arms back and bind them, blood running down my temple.
He wants to lock me up?
He better fucking kill me instead.
“Arlo.”Arsen’s voice cuts through the low hum of the bunker. “I need to talk to you.”
His tone already has my stomach turning.
