CHAPTERTHIRTY-SEVEN
The fake Mr. Valentine crooked a finger. “Come and show me how powerful the almighty God really is without his daddy around to save him.”
Godric hissed, “Mina, get out of here.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice.
I dropped the golf club and sprinted as fast as I could toward Godric, toward the front door. Another exit was closer but Godric was the safe bet. All that alpha king power was going to take that loon down.
“Be careful,” I whispered as I flew past him.
Then I was out the door.
And slammed into a solid chest that belonged to my shifter.Oomph.
Finn’s arms were around me in a flash, his lips pressed against my forehead. His muscled body was trembling softly. He breathed against my skin, and spoke, “He wouldn’t let me go in. He insisted it be him.”
I wrapped my arms around his waist. “It makes sense, Finn. I’m okay. And that asshole won’t be okay once Godric is done with him.”
He continued to kiss my forehead in tiny, adoring pecks. “I need to get you out of here. Something isn’t right with all of this.”
“Like bad intel?”
“Yes. It feels like a trap.”
The ground vibrated under our feet.
I jerked inside his hold, peering up to his face. “Is that Cassander again?”
“No, it doesn’t feel like Cass.”
The earth sprouted golems all around us.
One second, they weren’t there, and the next, they shot up from the ground taller than I was.
There were so many, their disgusting leather skin touched me on all sides.
I whispered, “Finn!”
They weren’t ‘on’ yet. Now was the time to leave.
“Put your arms around my neck,” he ordered.
“I can’t even move my fingers. There’s no way I can get my arms up there.”
“Then hang on the best you can,” he growled, his furious eyes sweeping across each golem near us. “Here we go.”
I dug my fingers into his back, holding tight around his waist. His arms were around my back, crushing me to him.
I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t care.
Finn bent his knees, jostling the golems around him. Then he shoved off with such power, my head flew back. It left me staring at the sparkling stars in the deep night sky.
My eyes widened the higher and higher we soared, and then I huffed a harsh rush of air when we landed with a crackling thump. I wiggled inside his hold. He needed to let up on the rib cracking.
Finn peered down at me, his arms releasing my frame. Only for him to place his palms on my cheeks. “Are you okay?”
I sucked in oxygen, my heartbeat hammering fiercely inside my chest. “Yes. I’m okay.”
