“I’ll go get them,” I laugh, already making my exit.
I walk outside, closing the door over all the chatter and noise. The hallway feels way too quiet compared to the festive buzz.
I unlock my door and push it open. It's dark inside, which is weird because I always keep a lamp on just in case. Maybe I forgot? I was in a rush when I came back to change before the party.
I shut the door behind me.
As soon as the door closes, a feeling of wrongness hits me like a brick to my face. A chill runs down my spine. Fuck, the events of last week seriously screwed me up!
I roll my eyes and walk to the light switch.
Before I can even find it, a hand yanks me back, and a sharp knife presses against my throat.
“Heard you were looking for me, kid,” a husky voice, barely human, growls in my ears.
Chapter Twenty
Oliver
So the good news is, I found Dalton. He seems fine and not hopped up on drugs. Or maybe he is, who knows?
What I do know is I have a fucking knife against my throat.
Dalton is a lot taller, bulkier, and stronger than when I ran into him on the elevator those couple of times. And the grip he has on me? Definitely shouldn’t be possible for an eighty-year-old.
“I thought you had a lot to say to me, seeing you set those WRB pigs on me,” he snarls.
My body is all tingles at this point, my heart hammering against my spine. “I… what?” Fuck, I need to get away from him. The guy is definitely on something.
He isn’t a guy, is he?A smart-ass voice says in my head.
Not the time, voice!
Shouting is out of the question. I can literally feel the pointed end of the knife against my throat. Fighting him is also out, considering I can’t move my body right now.
I feel a sharp pinprick on my neck.
“I was going to make it out!” he growls, his body shaking with anger.
“Don’t…please, don’t.” Fuck, I’m going to die today, aren’t I? “You can still make it out,” I suggest, my voice breaking.
The pain sharpens. “They won’t let me now! All because of you!”
A whimper leaves my mouth. My body shivers violently. “I’ll talk to them,” I attempt. “They’ll let you go.”
He laughs, and it vibrates through me, making my whole body shake. It sounds almost manic. “You know the worst part? I was well and truly done. I never wanted it to get this bad, and with Aurelia taking over, I wasn’t going to stick around.”
His daughter?
“I was trying to save those humans you found in the apartment,” he shouts. “But not anymore. You humans deserve to die.”
I NEED to get away from him.
Why did he say human, specifically?
I swear to god, voice, if you don’t shut the fuck up right fucking now.
I’ve seen so many videos on self-defense, but I can’t remember a single trick right now. So, I do the best thing I can think of. I jam one hand under the knife and use the other to poke his eyes. Losing a hand is better than losing my neck, right?
