Ezra nodded slowly, barely taking his eyes away where his mother had entered the room.
We hopped out a window and stayed there, waiting for Tipkin to give us the all clear.
There were ten grueling minutes where Ezra and I had to pretend to be our past selves to any circling guards, and then we climbed back to our hiding spots inside the building. It was directly before we heard a gunshot from Mrs Jonas’s office — when I had shot my uncle. The timing could not have been better.
I would like to say that I waited patiently for the fucker Philip to arrive. But I did not.
I seriously hoped today would be the day he died.
My foot wanted to tap in anticipation so badly, but I pressed my body to hold still, working on sheer willpower alone. But the smile that etched my lips was danger peeking, and I glanced at the men sitting on either side of me. I whispered, “Philip’s always had a king complex, and thisisKing Hall. If he dies here today, it would be the perfect tomb for a wannabe king. One of his own making.” My grin widened. “King Tomb.”
Ezra chuckled softly. “That’s perfect.”
I shrugged a shoulder. “I thought so.”
Ezra’s lips twitched.
My brows puckered. “What?”
Heactuallypatted the top of my head.
Like I was a cute five-year-old instead of a fully grown woman holding a gun.
I bared my teeth, but I remained mute of any further comment.
In the silence, we waited.
Just when I became antsy again, two explosions shook the building.
And we sawhimcreep around the corner of the long hallway.
The three of us lifted to our feet.
I had a gun aimed, as did Ezra.
Tipkin’s hands were free so he could transverse us out of here before the rubble took us.
Ever so slowly, we stalked to the cracked door.
Philip was removing a backpack he wore. He silently unzipped it.
Ezra had been right. There was a bomb inside that he was activating.
The third explosion shook the building beneath our feet.
Still, we waited as he was. He wasn’t advancing on the room yet, just tapping his foot.
I knew there hadn’t been any gunshots inside the building before it had gone down.
Time ticked ever so gradually while I breathed steadily. My veins were as cold as ice as I watched Philip, his shirt still streaked in his blood from Tipkin’s arrow. That bit of blood made my wolf extremely happy, while the woman in me wanted there to be much more by the time we were through.
His foot stopped tapping, and he turned, running straight for the room, his eyes glowing.
All three of us raced from the room.
Ezra and I were right next to each other, with Tipkin directly on our heels; his hands were already on our shoulders, linking us to him.
Seeing us, Philip stumbled in his sprint, coming to an abrupt halt.
