It wasn’t pretty.
My claws dug into his skin, and the force of my movement meant that we flew into the wall. Blood leaked from the wounds on his shoulders as I let go of him with one hand and sliced at his throat.
A spray of blood hit me in the face.
Ugh. He must’ve fed earlier in the day.
I kept slashing with my claws, obliterating his throat, severing the skin and muscles, tearing at his flesh until I could see his fucking spine.
The fledgling had gone limp, the life quickly draining from him.
The other one was still screeching and screaming, but I didn’t even turn to him. Aries and Bennie were there; I could feel their presence.
I cocked my head, looking at the remains of the fledgling in my hands. Between all the flesh and blood, I could see his spine shining through. He was ready. I grabbed the head and pulled. I pulled until I heard the crunch of his bones giving in, and the head popped free with a wet sound.
I took a step back and let both the body and the head hit the floor, then turned around.
Bennie stared at me in horror, his eyes so wide they looked as if they’d pop out of his head at any second. His skin was ashen, but there was a slight green tinge.
Oops.
I’d have to apologize to him.
Later.
Finn first.
“Finn!” I shouted, my voice echoing off the walls. “Finn?”
“In here.”
I wanted to cry with relief as the sound of his voice reached my ears. It was weak, a bit sluggish, and filled with so much pain I wanted to turn around and rip the fledgling’s head off once again, but I needed to see him first.
I stepped over the fledgling’s body, past a completely still Bennie who held the fledgling we’d caught in the alley, and Aries who had the partially burned fledgling pinned to the floor.
They should end them already.
I rushed through the door and right to Finn’s side, dropping next to him, growling as the scent of his blood hit me. He was hurt. He needed a doctor.Now.
“I’m okay,” Finn said, his voice betraying him. He didn’t sound okay. He sounded hurt. In pain.
I sliced through the leather holding his hands back and cradled him in my arms, my eyes prickling with tears.
He smelled of fear. Vomit.Blood.
But his heart was beating. His body was warm.
And his hands were clutching at my neck, holding on for dear life.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered. “I’ve got you.”
And I was never letting go of him ever again.
Chapter 32
Finn
The club had a basement that looked like a torture chamber. Who knew?
