Page 151 of Bound By Her

But now, thanks to Seth, a lot of it was his own.

Jonathan glared, but his voice was all bravado, his power slipping between his fingers like sand. “Crest, our little princess is in no position to entertain us further. It is time for us to take our leave.”

As if Crest wasn’t kneeling, Kaydon’s gun pressing into his skull.

Eric, bleeding but unwavering, gestured to Kaydon.

“Make sure he leaves,” Eric said, still looking into the room, eyes not leaving Adria.

Kaydon took a slow step back, his stance steady, his expression unforgiving. Jonathan straightened, attempting to salvage his dignity, and left without a backward glance. Kaydon followed behind them, gun still in hand.

Eric tried to take a step further into the room, but collapsed when his hand left Bryson’s shoulder.

“Call an ambulance!” Bryson shouted.

“No,” Eric said. “Get Adria—call the doc.”

That was all he said before passing out.

“Seth, get over here,” Bryson shouted, before going to check on Adria.

He noticed more blood the closer he got. Putting a hand on her shoulder, her painful groans threatened to crack his resolve.

There was still time to kill Jonathan.

Adria pressed her hands into the desk and turned to face him.

Bryson sucked in a breath; blood matted down a tangle of hair in her face. Her lip was broken and swollen.

He tried to lift her, but she flinched.

“Get Eric,” she said, shrinking away from him.

Bryson’s heart squeezed; she was able to make herself look so small.

“Eric isn’t in great shape either,” he said, voice thick.

She turned awkwardly and sank down the desk until she was in a sort of sitting position. Her head lolled unnaturally to one side, wincing when she saw Eric.

Bryson saw hundreds of slashes across her body, face, and arms. It was so much like his sister that he struggled to stay in reality.

Biting his cheek, he willed himself to stay in the present. Adria and Eric needed a level head.

“Do you have someone we can call?” Bryson asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

She nodded, her voice soft, barely a whisper. “In my office, in my top drawer is a phone. Bring it to me.”

She groaned as she attempted to take a key from her neck.

Kaydon skidded into the room. “He’s gone…fucking hell, what happened?”

Bryson grabbed her key and turned. “Stay with Adria. I have to get her phone.”

Kaydon looked confused until he locked eyes on her. The color draining from his face.

Bryson moved.

Seth hovered over Eric.

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