Page 36 of A Touch Of Death

"I thought it would take a little longer to find you, pet. You haven't made it easy, but I was prepared to spend a couple more days hunting you. Imagine my surprise when I saw you standing across the road with anotherNatural clinging onto you like a newborn would cling to its mother." Davis' rough voice blares out. My teeth grind together with the annoyance his words bring, but I try to block him out, doing my best to figure out how I'm going to get in the car without revealing where I am to him and the others he's brought along.

I look around again, suctioning myself to the truck. I shuffle forward until I'm at the very tail end of the truck. I poke my head over and quickly snap it back. Two missionaries are scouring the parking lot three cars away from the truck, stealthily walking through the cars with their guns already poised to shoot.

"Come on out now, pet. The entire lot is surrounded. You're not getting away this time," Davis bellows. His voice sounds fainter. Is he walking around the lot too? Is he walking further away?

With another look around, I hold my breath and spring to my feet. My hands grip thetruck's bed, and I haul myself up and over until I'm on the truck. I rush forward until I reach the glass that separates me and the guys and knock frantically. Zayn looks at me with startled eyes, and I point to Nix with jerky movements, mouthing the word drive.

I can see Zayn talking, sure he's telling Nix to put his foot down and haul us out of here.

"Ah, now there you are."

The voice behind me has my body stilling enough that a breeze could knock me over. Nix parked near the back of the lot, a row away from the tree line that surrounds the lot, so I know Davis is close. Maybe behind the line of cars that separate me from him. I don't really want to turn and look.

My eyes flicker down to Zayn's, finding him staring in horror behind me. I see Ezra shouting, and Nix looks furious. Spencer looks unconscious. How is that possible if he was only shot? Unless... they have the advanced weaponry that was tested on us. There were bullets laced with the same drugs that tranq darts contain, but they're quicker to take effect. I don't know why they chose bullets, and I don't care to learn the reason, but I'll bet my life that it's exactly what Spencer was shot with. Shit!

My jaw clenches tightly together, and my body starts shaking once again. I send the guys a look, one that has Ezra fighting to get out of the truck, but Nix keeps him in place.

"Now, how about you get down from there. If you come with us without putting up a fight, we'll allow theNaturalsin the truck to leave peacefully." I turn slowly only to see the man that ignites a bone deep fear inside me. He's sporting the smug smirk that I could easily hear in his voice, and it makes his jagged scar look all the more menacing. A cold shiver crawls up my spine, and I feel sick to my stomach when he runs his eyes over me.

My brain is running on overdrive, trying to think up ways of getting away from that bastard without getting the guys or myself hurt. Or more hurt than Spencer already is. Movement from the left has my head snapping in that direction, only to see Davis' men sneaking closer until they've surrounded the back end of the truck. Shit.Shit, shit, shit!

"There really is no way out for you, pet. Might as well make this easy for everyone. Get off the truck and put your hands in the air," Davis growls. Just as the last word leaves his mouth, his men snap their weapons up and aim directly at me. Painfully slowly, I look down to my chest to see several red dots decorating my white shirt. The shaking of my body increases, but I clench my hands tightly, willing the terror to fade so I canthink.

Despite repeatedly saying I'd die before being captured again, I find myself hesitant to make that leap now that I’ve found four guys who I care for. I refuse to leave this world if there's a way for me to survive without Davis getting his hands on me. I won't get captured again, but I'm not going to die for that to happen. But how do I make it so we get out of here unscathed?

Just as the question crosses my mind, an idea pops into my head and blooms. I uncap my thoughts and send Zayn a question.

Vampires are fast, right? How fast can you take out the three men to the right of the truck, closest to your door?

It's not even a second later that I get a reply.

I can take them out faster than a blink. But if I do that, they'll fire blindly. I can't risk you or the others like that, Novia.

That's understandable, but they'll only shoot if they see him. Sending my thought process to Zayn, I walk closer to the end of the truck bed. I lean down and unlatch the door, watching it fall back enough for me to climb off the truck.

"That's a good girl. I knew you'd see things my way." Davis' grin grows, and everything in me boils with rage and disgust.

I don't respond to the asshole. Instead, I mentally explain the rest of the plan to Zayn as quickly as I can before we put it to action. Whispering in my head, I send Zayn one last thought.

The glamour won't last long, but I'll distract Davis enough to take in as much energy as I can to glamour you. Take out the three by your door. If you're fast enough, you can get the other three on the left side. The other two are too close to Davis, so I'll get those. Focus solely on the other six. When I say go, you go.

Zayn whispers his understanding into my mind, and, without further delay, I put our plan into motion. Focusing on my glamour, I direct it towards Zayn, using up what little energy I have left to make him appear as though he isn't there at all. Subtly, I hold my hand out towards the sun and feel its rays sinking into the skin of my palm.

Finally, I pay attention to Davis. "How did you find me?"

He laughs, sounding like the psychopath I know he is. "I don't think that's something to worry about now. We won't be letting you out of our sight again, so it's an unnecessary bit of information to give you at this point."

My nostrils flare, but I control the anger that's coursing through every inch of my body. Energy builds slowly but surely, and when I have enough to fully glamour Zayn and use an additionalfaeability without depleting my energy completely, I mentally yell,GO!

Keeping Davis' attention on me, I ask, "What makes you think I'm going with you? I've already proven I'd rather die before I'm taken again."

I faintly hear bodies dropping, but Davis speaks up, blocking out the sound. "You don't have much of a choice, pet."

With that, Zayn whispers into my mind.

They're all down. Only Davis and the two behind him remain.

Feeling a smirk pull up on my lips, I drop Zayn's glamour, and more energy surges into me. Enough to do what I need to do next. "Don't I?"

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