“Fuck,”Ryan rasped, sounding like he was in pain.
I glanced over my shoulder at him, frowning as he shuddered.
“What is it?”
“Your fucking mom. God, she’s a cunt. I’m glad Cass killed her,” he grumbled, and I scowled.
Ihatedthat she was able to hurt him. And I hated even more that there was nothing I could do about it.
As soon as my arms came free, pain shot through my shoulder. I’d forgotten I’d injured it in the car accident, and I swore softly under my breath.
Ah well. I only needed one arm to use a gun. Doing my best to ignore the screaming pain in my shoulder, I bent down to undo my left ankle while Ryan worked on my right.
“Baby, I can’t fucking believe you’re the one getting me out of this mess. How did you even manage this?” I asked, sliding the rough rope out of the chokehold it had on my leg. My brave, brave ginger snap… he was wearing fucking Kevlar, for Christ’s sake!
Fuck me sideways.
I was going to marry the shit out of this man.
“A lot of help from a lot of unlikely people. Your friend Gavin… His spirit is here. He’s helping wrangle your mom. Also, Logan, Ronan, and Dakota helped us get in.”
My eyebrows raised in surprise at that. Holy shit.
What?
Gavin was here?
I didn’t have time to ask any more questions, however, as there was a crack and scream.
Both Ryan and I looked up to find that Damian had finally landed a hit on Theo. She went down, and he leapt on top of her, jabbing that fucking needle in her neck and slamming down the plunger.
“You fuckingbitch!”Damian roared, and Theo’s body almost immediately went limp as her bloodstream filled with whatever it was Damian had put in the syringe.
He tossed the needle aside and pulled a switchblade out of his pocket.
“Theo!” Ryan screamed, just as I finally managed to leap up from the chair. I launched myself across the room and was on Damian just as he plunged the knife deep into Theo’s side.
She let out a choked moan, working against whatever was in her system to try to get away from Damian.
She was wearing a Kevlar vest, but Kevlar wasn’t designed to prevent stab wounds. When Damian ripped the knife out of her, red blood poured onto the concrete floor.
He went to stab her again, but I was quicker. With my good arm, I ripped him off my future sister-in-law and tossed him across the room.
His head hit the concrete wall so hard there was a satisfyingcrack.He slid to the floor, and I rushed to Theo’s side.
“Don’t worry about me!” she slurred, clumsily holding her hand to the wound in her side. “Kill that fucking dick!”
I glanced down at her side. There was less blood than I had expected, which was good. It meant he likely hadn’t hit an artery.
“Try not to move,” I instructed her, and she blinked at me, a sloppy chuckle tumbling out of her lips.
“No problemmss therrree. I feelll liiiike myyy booody iz made uvv sannnd.”
“Fuck. We’ll get you a doctor; just hold on.”
I spun around and stalked toward Damian. He was struggling to get up, and my gaze clocked his hand sliding to draw the gun he had strapped to his hip.
Without blinking, I cracked him across the facehard,and he went back down. I ripped the handgun away from him and pressed it to his forehead, a vicious snarl on my lips.
