I tipped my head to the side. We were on the roof.
The five remaining corporate kings and Cassander were walking along the edges of the thick and flat concrete roofing,their eyes cast downward toward the golems.
I peered down to study them too.
And started shaking in terror.
As far as I could see, there were golems.
Black leathery creatures with no eyes.
“He was playing with you,” I whispered in horror. “You know what he wants now.”
He didn’t care about the mates’ souls.
The bastard wanted the six aberrations’ souls.
“Yes, we do.”
The bastard had lured them here with false hope they would capture Mr. Valentine and the security that they could easily beat the golems. The vile man had played them quite well.
I looked up at my white tiger. “Why hasn’t Godric—”
He pressed the pad of his pointer finger against my lips and shook his head. He mouthed, “Information.”
The most valuable commodity to have.
Green lights started sparking around the building. One by one, they flicked on, casting out its evil power. It appeared as if the ground was black with glowing neon green holes pushing through the dirt. It was a terrifying visual.
Mr. Mason whispered, “God, it’s time.”
Why he whispered, I didn’t know.
I gently extracted myself from Finn’s arms and carefully moved to peer down through the sunroof. My mouth snapped shut in confusion, not expecting what I saw. I waved my hand at Finn, beckoning him over in a rush. No one had been looking down into the building, all too worried about the threat outside.
Finn stepped next to me, and I pointed.
Golems were inside too.
But Godric and the fake Mr. Valentine were not.
They were gone.
“Shit,” Finn shouted. “We have a problem.”
The other four shifters ran to look down into the window. Their expressions varied, but confusion won in the end.
“What the fuck? I can still hear him talking,” Mr. Mason growled. “Is that…”
Mr. Cooper tilted his head, his brows furrowing. “I wondered why God was deviating from the questions we wanted answers for. I think that’s a pre-recorded device, patching things together that’ve been said before in broadcasts.”
“So where the hell are they now?” Finn asked.
“Were there any other exits other than what was on the blueprint?”
Mr. Mason bellowed, “Goddammit! It has a basement. Some owners add emergency exits after the construction is finished. They use private contractors, so it wouldn’t be on the original blueprint.”
Mr. Cooper lifted his right booted foot and kicked downward, the glass spraying down into the room—and on the frozen golems. “I’m going in. If there’s a way out of here, we need to know. Otherwise, we’re going to have to blow this place and ourselves up to live through this.”
