Use your weakness against them. Sergeant Bakos’s teachings came into my head, but when three more guards moved in front of me, their weapons pointed at me, I knew my options were zilch.
By the sounds of thrashing, grunting, and swear words, I was pretty sure the police had taken Lukas as well. A dozen more guards came around the train, confirming we’d be retained. I could fight a couple of people at once, but this was far too many. And unlike my escape from HDF, none of these knew me all my life, and they weren’t afraid to shoot.
I looked up and saw the Wolf towering behind the men surrounding me; Warwick’s chest heaved with fury.
“Use me.”His voice was so deep and gravelly, it took me a moment to understand.
“What?” I blinked at him.
“Use me, Kovacs.”He stomped up to me, his shit-kickers hitting mine, his form looming over me, invisible to all others.
“Maybe before they lock you away in prison, I can get to play with you.” A nasal voice scratched at my ear. I felt fingers digging into my neck, the guard pushing his pelvis into me.
“Use my strength. You’ve done it before.”Warwick growled, nerves pulsating down his jaw. He looked ready to combust, while strangely, his presence centered and challenged me.
My nose flared as we stared into each other’s eyes.
“What the fuck is wrong with her?” The guard facing me waved a hand over my face.
“She looks like she likes this.” The third one grabbed his crotch. “You like being the submissive one,kurva? Finally seeing real men for once?”
Warwick scoffed.“You’re gonna be dead in about thirty seconds, fucker.”
I had no idea how to do it. Nothing about my connection with Warwick made sense, but I knew I could. It happened before. His energy stepped into mine and helped me fight Kalaraja.
“Do it, princess,”Warwick barked at me.
Gunshots rang through the air, yanking the guards’ attention from me for a moment, turning them away.
I didn’t waste any time.
Stepping to the side, my arm swung back, hitting my captor’s groin. With a groan, he bent over as my elbow slammed up into his chin, knocking him onto his ass. Ripping the gun from his hand, I twisted back to the others now coming for me.
I shot.
The first three went down before the gun clicked empty. The commotion I made gave Lukas the chance to break free, battling the group around him. More and more came running for us. There was no question I was tough and could fight, but I also understood when reality outweighed my fighting skills. Between Luk and me, it was eight to one at least.
I could feel Warwick around me and I let go, allowing his energy to slip through me, spill in my veins, and seize my muscles. I was still me, but I could feel his power clawing into my bones. The rush of adrenaline coursed through me like a wild beast. Intense, terrifying, and familiar... like every molecule in me recognized his.
The officer who so easily spoke of raping me leaped back up. Warwick’s shadow roared inside me with rage. Swiping up the knife I dropped and a gun from another guard, I spun, shooting. A bullet struck one dead in the eyes as my dagger sliced through the throat of the dickhead. It spurted, and he choked on his blood, his hand going to his throat, his eyes wide with terror.
“You were wrong, Farkas; he was dead in twenty seconds,” I muttered, spitting on the guy as he dropped.
Shots rang out, boots stomping toward us. I went straight for them.
“X?” I heard Lukas yell for me, but as if death could not touch me, I moved through the throng of police. Shooting, kicking, punching, and stabbing with speed and power I alone could not possess.
Possessed was exactly what it felt like. Riding the highest high but so centered and clean in my movements, everyone seemed slow and clumsy. I saw every move and every pull of the trigger before it even happened.
My body glided through my attackers, ruthless and quick. I always got a rush when fighting, but this was on another plane.
I was draining Warwick’s strength, ripping through it with brutality. A hunger made me want more. To take until nothing was left.
“X!”
The shrill whistle of the departing train on the track next to us screeched through the air, breaking me out of my trance, fracturing my hold on Warwick, his strength leaving my body.
My chest heaved with exertion. My body trembled as I felt my energy drain, already craving more of the high of Warwick’s energy. I blinked, peering at the litter of dead bodies strewn around me. Their blood covered me and dripped off my lashes into my eyes.
