“We’ll give you to the count of three,” Killian adds.
Tears prick my eyes, but Felix, he still doesn’t let go. Instead, the knife presses in harder, burning as it tears into my skin and forces a scream from my throat.
“No!” Felix yells, “She’s mine! You can’t have her.”
“She is not yours,” Dean growls, “She has never been yours.”
“Dean,” I croak his name.
“Shut up!” Felix snaps, “You little fucking slut!”
“Dean,” I say his name again, drawing his eyes to me.
“You’re okay,” He assures me, but it doesn’t feel that way. I don’t see a way out; despite the four of them, it’s Felix who wins here. He can slice my throat in a second, and none of them will be able to stop it. And if I am about to die, he needs to know.
“I love you.” I finally tell him.
“No!” Felix roars, and I know this is it. This is the end.
A sudden bang booms through the lot, and behind me, Felix goes down. The knife nicks my skin some more, but nothing fatal, and I stumble to the side as he releases me. Arms come around me as Killian tugs me to him, forcing my head into his chest, his hands on the back of my skull.
Three loud pops happen behind me, the sound accompanied by flashes of light and Felix’s screams.
“Don’t look,” Killian whispers, “Come on.”
“What’s happening?” I breathe.
“Dean’s making sure he can never hurt you again.”
Killian doesn’t let me turn back once, not as we make it to the darkened house and he punches in a code at the door that unlocks it, not once we’re inside and he guides me away from any windows before he sits me in a chair in what looks like a very empty kitchen.
“What is this place?” I ask, my body shaking uncontrollably.
“A safe house that belongs to the organization,” Killian advises, throwing a blanket over my shoulders before his finger curls beneath my chin, and he tilts my face, getting a look at the bruising and the cut on my throat.
The front door opens a minute later, and heavy, quick steps sound before Dean comes to a dead stop in the doorway. The blood on his face has dried, and his shoulders heave with his breaths.
“Butterfly,” He croaks, and before Killian can stop me, I’m up and out of the chair, running to him. He catches me when I leap, wrapping his arms around my waist as my lips come down on his. I kiss him like it’s the last time I’ll ever get the chance to, ignoring the pain that comes with it, ignoring the way the blood on my throat tickles as it trickles down the column of my neck.
Eventually, he breaks the kiss and lowers me down, taking a step back so he can look at me. He tracks the injuries with his eyes, his face twisting in grief as he catches all of them.
“I’m so sorry,” He rasps, “I’m so fucking sorry.”
“You came for me,” A tear tracks down my face.
“Always, Sloane.”
“I love you,” I whisper, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know what else to do. He would’ve killed you and hurt Lily, I couldn’t let that happen.”
His hands cup my face gently. “I thought I was going to lose you.”
A lone tear slips down his cheek.
Behind him, Malakai and Sebastian stroll in, the picture of ease and confidence.
“Felix?” I question.
“Dead,” Sebastian leans on the wall. “Dean made sure of it, and we have him ready for clean up to take care of.”
