CHAPTERELEVEN
I stood and hovered over the sleeping beauty. “Is there anything you want me to do?”
“Not die,” she muttered.
“I’m trying.”
Dear God, how I was trying.
I flinched when a golem scratched its claws against the glass on our right side. “It didn’t break the glass.”
Megan’s head tipped back and forth in thought. “All they need to do is work together. If they got their nails under the glass and lifted, we’d be done for.”
“Inspirational words,” I mumbled. “You make me feel much better.”
My hands tightened into fists by my sides.
“I’m not trying to make you feel better. I’m trying to keep you alive.” She pointed one of the stolen blades at the exit. “If they tip our protection on its side, we won’t make it to the door in time. Our best bet will be to climb on top of this thing since I’m not sure they can do that. It appears they have one mode of functioning: attack with their hands. There’s no advanced intelligence inside their bodies.”
My lips thinned. “That’s a decent plan.”
Megan marched to the door and placed the tip of her right boot against the bottom of it, pressing her weight into the door. “It’s a hell of a lot better than if they come in this way. There’s no real plan then except to fight.”
“Finn should have locked the door.”
“He was a little distracted by you.”
I huffed and glanced to where he had disappeared. Golems were littered all over the floor, but more had taken their places, stumbling over their own. The man was nowhere in sight. I opened my mouth and shouted, “Finn! Do you think you can come back this way and lock the door?”
“I got it, man. Don’t worry about her,” Cassander muttered, a little breathless from his constant fighting. He rotated his right wrist, one of his swords flashing, and sliced off another leathery head with precision.
He was within eyesight, at least.
It was interesting he wasn’t talking loud to be heard; the monsters must have excellent hearing.
Cassander rammed his right shoulder into a golem’s back while he crossed his arms and swung his swords out, cutting down two deadly golems in front of him. Then he peered in our direction and grinned like a…fox. He questioned, “Are you gals having fun yet?”
Megan blinked. “You would get along well with my dad. You two have the same mentality of what fun is.”
His smile slipped, and his eyes hardened. “I’m nothing like your father, Megan.” He sliced off another head without peering away from her. “I’m much,muchworse.”
Her features blanked and her grip tightened on the handles of the stolen knives. “Maybe you should stay over there. I don’t know you.”
One side of his mouth quirked up. “I’m only a killer to those who deserve it—or ask me for it. I won’t harm you.”
Her mouth hung open an inch from his declaration. “Ireallythink you should keep doing your thing on that side of the room. We can handle the door just fine.”
He snorted…and then leapt through the air.
As in, no human could jump that high.
Cassander landed in a crouch in front of the door, his silver fur coat fanning out around his position. Steel gray eyes peeked up from under his lashes, staring at Megan’s frozen form. He smirked and rose to his intimidating height and clicked the lock. A silver brow rose, and he whispered, “Try not to piss your pants. God would hate if his woman came back smelling like urine.”
Her mouth bobbed, no sassy words coming forth.
He tilted his head to the side, and his eyes caught mine. “And make sure your friend here doesn’t take off with Poppy’s knives once this is over. I think Finn gave those to her as a gift for her mating.”
I blinked. Nodded quickly. “Will do.”
I shooed him, though I was still reeling from that little show of power. “Will you go check on Finn, please? I can’t see him from here, and it’s awfully quiet over there.”
“He’s drawing out the kills. He’s fine.”
This time, I stood gaping at him.
Cassander’s eyes flicked between us, to our slack jaws and frozen forms, a slow smile growing on his handsome face.
His brows bounced on his forehead. “I see I’ve made two lovely women speechless.” He bowed, swooshing his swords out with the gallant act—chopping off two golem heads in the process. He chuckled, nodding at his own thought. “I’ve still got it. Women of New City better watch out for this sexy fox.”
