CHAPTER17
“Any last words?” Simon taunted as he bent down to retrieve his knife from the floor. He waved as he straightened, almost losing his balance before righting himself.
“Losing a lot of blood there,” Isaac slurred. The prolonged half-shift made his mind fuzzy, and he struggled to focus.
“Fucking Paul,” Simon muttered, giving Paul’s body a scathing glare.
“They’re gonna come for you.”
Simon shrugged. “Let them.” He leant into Isaac’s space and set the knife at his throat, his unsteady hand making the blade cut into this skin. “I can’t kill Michael, as much as I fucking want to. So this is the next best thing.” The knife pressed in more, the sting making Isaac flinch.
He closed his eyes.
If I’m going to die, the last thing I see is not going to be Simon’s fucking face.
He filled his mind with Michael and walks on the beach, as the knife dug in further.
We never did get to run on the full moon.
The door to the interrogation room flung open, crashing into the wall behind and startling Simon so badly, the knife tumbled out of his fingers.
Isaac’s eyes snapped open, heart in his mouth as Michael barrelled into the room, an ear-splitting roar bursting from him.
“Get the fuck away from him.” He stalked forward, so much rage pouring out of him, Isaac could almost taste it.
Simon backed away from him, practically falling over Isaac in the process.
Michael’s gaze went from Isaac to the mess of blood and fangs on the floor, and Isaac saw the exact moment his control snapped.
In the blink of an eye, he shifted, a huge silver wolf now charging towards them.
“Fuck.” It was the last word Simon managed to get out before Michael leapt at him, teeth tearing into his throat and ripping the life from him in the space of a heartbeat.
They crashed to the floor, then Michael rolled to stand over him, growling and snapping his teeth, waiting for Simon to move.
But there was no coming back from that.
“Michael,” Isaac whispered, blackness threatening to claim him again. “Serum.”
It was as though a switch had flipped. One moment he was looking at his wolf, the next Michael knelt in front of him, syringe in one hand, the other caressing Isaac’s cheek. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
He plunged the syringe into Isaac’s neck, and Isaac almost cried in relief as his fangs and claws finally receded. He closed his eyes, needing a moment.
Then Michael’s words sunk in, and Isaac lifted his head to meet his eyes. “Why are you sorry?”
“For not getting here sooner.”
Isaac raised an eyebrow. “Could you have got here sooner?”
Michael frowned, “Well, no, but—”
“Then stop blaming yourself for something out of both of our control.”
“Always the voice of reason.” Michael smiled, then placed the softest of kisses on Isaac’s mouth. “He almost killed you.”
“But he didn’t.” Isaac wanted to pull Michael into his arms, feel the strength of his body. Needed it to prove to himself that this fucking nightmare was really over. He went to lift his arms, but the handcuffs rattled, the pain in his wrists making itself known now the effects of the serum had worn off. He grimaced, and Michael immediately looked down.
“Fuck, where are the keys?”
