“I didn’t bring my security card, and I doubt you guys have them on you either.”
Baz pulls a pile of cards out of his pocket and hands them out, “Van gave me these, and lent me his since I don’t have one yet. He said he will sort it all out with Ty while we’re gone.”
I grin and take my card, swiping it, and then we continue through the levels and the hallways through various security checks. Van has clearly managed to get through to Ty quickly because although someof the guards at the security checks look at Baz with suspicion, none of them question him.
I have calmed down a bit, and there is a small chance that I’m going to be able to handle this in the protocol way.
Maybe.
“You can’t go through there,” a guard says at the last door that leads to Dimitri’s hallway. He’s the only prisoner down here.
“We have clearance,” Doc says gruffly.
The guard shakes his head and pulls his shoulders back, “I still can’t let you through.” His gaze shifts to the side, and I narrow my eyes.
Something is happening back there, and I would bet that I know what it fucking is, as I open my mouth to demand that we’re let back there, Griff gets there first.
He steps forward, his gaze meeting the guards as the guard takes a cautious step backward.
“I suggest that you let us through immediately, because the consequences of getting through that door by force are something that we are all willing to accept,” he threatens.
The guard pauses for only a second, but Doc and Baz step forward as Baz lets out a low rumble of a warning growl that has the hair on the back of my neck standing up on end.
Not with fear, though, and that’s something I should probably see a therapist for.
The guard pales and reaches a shaky hand out, pressing a button and letting us through the door.
As soon as we’re through, I hear Dimitri’s grunt of pain, and any thoughts I had of handling this professionally go out the window.
Anger burns through my veins as I practically fly down the hallway to Dimitri’s cell.
My eyes shift, my claws lengthen, and my teeth snap down in anger at the sight before me. Dimitri is on the floor, bloodied and battered, as a guard stands over him, taunting him and beating him.
Flying across the room, I position myself over the top of Dimitri, guarding him as his eyes widen. My hand catches the fist coming toward my face as my other hand grips the guard's throat, my claws digging into the sides of his neck. I grin as panic crosses the guard's expression and the blood begins to drip down his neck.
Baz
“She’s fucking fantastic,” I mutter unintentionally out loud.
Griff smirks, not seeming to be bothered by my words as he replies, “She is.”
We watch as she shifts the guard away from Dimitri, who is no longer lying on the floor but is watching her with such adoration that it’s clear that he would move mountains for her. There’s an edge to his gaze though, and I know that if the guard lays a single finger on Neith, Dimitri will make sure that his life is forfeit. He may not be willing to fight for himself, but he sure as hell will fight for her.
That thought cements it in my mind. I like him.
I didn’t tell the others that when they were all having a conversation with Dimitri, when we were still out in the elements on the moor, that I could hear him too. I know that they didn’t realize that I could hear them, but I’m pretty certain that Dimitri was aware that I was there because I felt his surprise.
I haven’t told them because I’m not entirely sure what to do with the information. Everything happened so quickly, and while I know that I’m in the right place, and I knew that before the angry raccoon confirmed it, I’m still cautious. The fact that my mind is behaving in ways that it hasn’t before is concerning me. My memory is pushing forward, but clearly, there are consequences if I reach for it too hard.
I will tell them, but not right now.
Doc, Griff, and I all head over to Dimitri just in case the guard is stupid enough to try something else, even though he’s now been caught. Desperate people are stupid people.
All of our attention remains on Neith.
When she speaks, her voice is rougher, deeper, and makes things stir within me that really shouldn’t be fucking stirring in this situation.
“If you lay a finger on him again, I will end your worthless life,” she growls. “Understood?”
