“Don’t shoot me in the back,” I whisper. “You’ll regret it. And close the door behind me. Understood?”
She blinks her one working eye. I take it as an acknowledgement.
I snap the switchblade closed and pocket it, then step over my mound of victims, pausing at Reeve’s door for a long, drawn-out breath. One meant to ground, not soothe.
I am so fucking done with being betrayed.
The same cold viciousness that seized me the night Yasmin tried to kill Calanthe floods back and unbridles my rage.
Chapter 57
Reeve
The Atlantean monster startles as my cell door bursts open, banging into the doorstop with such force that it uproots it and sends it smashing into the pantry shelves.
As a bag of rice falls and spills, Gael punches my throat with the knife he’s threatened to cut me into pieces with since he appeared inside my room, dripping with murderous intent.
Heat envelops my neck, before swarming my arms, and spilling southward, down my chest, into my thighs. A moment later, the warmth becomes an arctic chill that surges into my head and chest, making my ears roar and my teeth chatter.
I’ve terminated enough lives to realize I’m nearing the end of mine.
I try to hold on, but my vision begins to narrow. And then it fractures into a thousand monochrome dots, but not before my eyes stroke across my savior’s face.
Gael Monta said his daughter wouldn’t come, that she taskedhimwith getting rid of me, but here she is, blazing with an energy that seems to glaze not only her spectacular eyes but her spectacular body.
Electra Serran is striking. Lethal. A dark angel sent to punish—or save.
Though it’s too late for me, I pray she’ll have mercy on Quinn, the same way that I pray she will—in time—forgive me.
I try to shape the words, “I’m sorry,” but my lips refuse to obey.
The black and white dots swell, eating more of the room, transforming light into shadow, and shadow into obscurity.
Something undulates behind Electra. Another person? May it be an ally of hers and not one of Monta’s.
Still, I try to warn her, but my lips remain rigid.
Not yet.
Not yet.
Not yet.
My head droops.
My lungs shrivel.
My heart quiets.
The air around me thickens, congealing into a crushing, numbing mass that drags me into a dark abyss.
Chapter 58
Electra
Gael raises his palms. “Electra, darlin’…”
His term of endearment makes my molars gnash. “Back the fuck away from him, Gael.”
