The brunette grinned. “I think we stand a very good chance.”
I arched my chin at Whisper. “With one slash of his claws, your intestines will be all over the lawn.”
“Not if we gut him first.”
“Go ahead.” I smirked. “I’ll wait.”
The circle tightened.
I let them look at me like I was prey. Let them think they would win. Who knew, perhaps they might—
A high-pitched whine echoed behind me, coming from the other side of the wall.
I stiffened.
The hum grew louder, followed by another and another and another.
My shoulders slouched as all hope of getting free tonight—no matter how ridiculous—blew up spectacularly in my face.
I might as well go to bed because that was where Marcus was about to send me.
With a heavy, bone-weary sigh, I pushed off from the gate as ten drones flew over the wall and clustered like a swarm of mechanical wasps overhead.
It only took three seconds.
The drones lined up with the girls.
They went to run.
And then dropped dead thanks to bullets fired directly from the snipers mounted on the flying machines.
Whisper leapt upward, trying to snatch the closest one.
Marcus’s voice echoed, smooth and amused. “Lucien, Lucien, Lucien.”
I gave him the finger and stalked back to Cinderkeep.
The drone followed me even as Whisper tried swatting it again.
“Must you always be so dramatic?” Marcus tutted. “You should know by now there’s no escape unless I give you one.”
I didn’t bother turning around.
My heart fluttered with twenty years of hate. One of these days, I would get my revenge. One day, Iwouldkill him.
Slowly.
Painfully.
I wouldrelishin his screams.
“I see you’re feeling rather good tonight. There’s almost a pep in your step,” Marcus said, the buzz of the drone making my ears ring. “It seems I’ve been remiss in monitoring your dose.”
Shit.
My hands fisted but I refused to give him the satisfaction of my misery.
So much for Rook curing me.
