The man in the lab coat frowned at me. “Get her back on the table,” he snapped to the guards.
The two vampire guards bent to hook their hands under my armpits when two things happened simultaneously.
A fire alarm went off.
Sawyer’s alpha power surged so strongly through me that I felt his wolf nearly jump inside my body. The cuffs didn’t activate though, so I breathed a sigh of relief.
Not questioning anything, I punched both of the guards in the throats simultaneously with precision. They fell to their knees coughing and I lunged out into the hallway like a maniac, pumping my wobbly legs, still dangling a thin silver chain behind me. I turned right and ran as fast as I could while the fire alarm blared so loudly my head felt like it was going to explode. I hit a dead end and then turned left. The fire alarm ceased its blaring, and footsteps pounded behind me. Ducking into a room to catch my breath and think of a plan, I pulled the door closed behind me, panting.
This building must have been some type of science building, because I was now in an empty room with a stainless-steel table, filled with beakers and Petri dishes. Along the far wall was a giant windowpane overlooking a thick forest. There were machines I didn’t recognize but it all looked very high-end. When my eyes fell on the maroon leather briefcase, I stilled.
It was the same one the vampires’ lawyer had brought to the meeting and indicated it held Sawyer’s DNA.
My heart hammered in my chest as I stepped forward. Footsteps thundered just outside the door and I froze.
“I don’t smell her!” a male screamed.
“Because of the cuffs.” I recognized Mr. Lab Coat’s voice.
I crouched behind the stainless-steel table just as the door opened.
My heart leapt into my throat as I peered around for a weapon, but then to my surprise the door closed and the footsteps retreated.
Holy shifter, that was close.
Salty copper filled my mouth and I realized I was bleeding. Standing over the stainless-steel table, I caught my reflection and winced.
Black eye, split lip bleeding into my mouth, haunted eyes. It reminded me of the night of my attack and I just wanted to get the fuck out of here, but I also wanted to help Sawyer.
I still loved him, even though he chose someone else over me. I knew it had to have been the necklace.
Reaching out with shaky hands, I opened the briefcase and held my breath.
It was empty.
Oh God no!
Searching the counter, I noticed what looked like some hair and pipette. Was that Sawyer’s fur? The machine on the far wall was whirring and I wondered if it was some type of DNA extractor or whatever they were called. I didn’t watch enoughCSIfor this shit. There was only one way to make sure Sawyer’s fur never left this room.
Reaching out to one of the Bunsen burners, I grabbed the matches that sat right in front.
Sawyer’s energy surged within me as I felt his presence wash over me.
‘Run, Demi. There are too many of them. They are trying to keep me from searching for you without a warrant. Can you get out?’
Shit.
I couldn’t respond to him, I couldn’t take another jolt.
I spun on the gas and lit the match, igniting the flame of the Bunsen burner as I had dozens of times at Delphi High. After setting the lit Bunsen burner on the table, I turned and grabbed the metal chair nearest to me. I needed to make sure I had a way out of here before I blew the place up and destroyed Sawyer’s DNA. Picking up the chair took every ounce of whatever strength I had left. This was one of those pretty view windows that didn’t open, it was just for looks. Pulling the chair over my head, I chucked it hard at the windowpane and it crashed into it, caving it outward with the chair stuck in the glass.
Not ideal. Not like in the movies. Dammit.
It had made the loudest noise possible and I still had no exit. Pulling the chair out, I threw it again, sweating as it crashed into the glass and finally fell out the other side.
Crisp autumn air blew inside and I knew it was time to get the hell out of here. Grabbing two glass chemical bottles, I spun the lids off without even looking at the label and prayed they were flammable as all hell. If Sawyer’s DNA was in this room, then I was going to incinerate it.
Stepping up to the edge of the window, I turned over my shoulder and chucked the bottles onto the flame, just as the door to the room opened. Kicking off the ground, I leapt out the window as an explosion rocked the building.
