Page 119 of Rot In Knotty Pieces

I don’t give him a chance to react, I rush him, stabbing my fist into his pudgy side. He’s not got the muscles he should have. Someone doesn’t practice very much. I hit him on the shoulder, a blow that should deaden it for a second, then I clap both hands hard to his ears.

He screams.

I dance back, watching as he howls and rushes around.

“He’s not one of you.”

“A Nightingale? No, he’s not. I would guess he’s one of the idiot converts that Father uses when he’s causing mischief. One of the Flock,” I say with scorn.

“Are you going to finish this?”

With a sigh, I study the wailing idiot, then shrug. “I guess so. I was just enjoying watching him struggle and suffer.”

“Aww, you are the most adorable omega I’ve ever met,” Rolly purrs.

King kisses my cheek. “Go take care of this. I’m hungry.”

“Well, you did work up an appetite.”

He brushes a hand down my back, and the anger fizzles and fades before I turn and look back at the guy who is walking towards me.

Okay, back to angry.

He pulls out a gun.

“That is cheating!” I hiss.

He doesn’t care, he just keeps walking.

I haven’t moved, I’m watching to see how this is going to play out, but then Pix swings in and shoves his arm up. The gun goes off, but Pix snaps his neck.

His chest heaves, he glares down at the body. “No one touches my omega.”

Swoon.

I lick my lips and walk towards him, nervously reaching out and taking his hand. He whirls on me and yanks me into his arms.

“I was scared,” he growls. “He was going to shoot you.”

“I was fine.”

“You were not. He was going to, a second or two more.”

I step closer, looking through my lashes. “You really were scared, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” he growls and grips a handful of my hair, yanking my head back. “Yes, I was. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

I look up into his eyes. “Raven has been fighting him for years. I think…I think I finally believe her. We can beat him. He is human. I can be more than just me.”

Pix stares, his dark eyes piercing but warm, seeing all the things I don’t know how to say.

“We can defeat him. Look at everything we’ve done. How far we’ve come. We can do it, I know we can.”

I sound hysterical, and I know he can hear it, but he doesn’t comment. He just stares at me before pulling us together so we’re chest to chest.

“Thank you.”

“What?” I protest into his shoulder.