Page 115 of Green Ravens

Zorion gritted his teeth and yanked his bow from behind him.

He had one shot. One chance.

He flipped over, falling backward, pulled his last rappeler arrow, and aimed it toward the rooftop. He nocked it, pulled the bowstring as far back as he could, and fired.

Once released, hooks popped out of the arrow’s point and hooked onto the ledge of the building, locking with a magneticclank.

Thank fuck.

Zorion would kiss Sable right smack on her lips for insisting he needed those.

Zorion’s body jerked as the line wrenched him in reverse, reeling him up the side of the building with the kinetic force of a piston firing under pressure.

He slammed shoulder-first onto the rooftop, tucking and rolling until he skidded to a stop.

Zorion didn’t even catch his breath before Valor was on him, grabbing him by the grips of his suit and yanking him close. Their foreheads met hard.

“Don’t you ever fuckin’ do that again,” Valor growled, voice thick with fury.

Zorion’s breath was ragged, not from exertion but from his cherished’s domination.

They both watched as the chopper vanished into the stars.

“They’re gone, Jo,” Zorion breathed.

Jo’s voice came back heavy with disbelief. “What in the actual fuck?”

Valor released his tight hold on him, but he didn’t step back.

“Can you question all of this crazy shit later, Jo, and secure us another transport…now.”

Jo sighed. “Yeah, hold tight.”

Zorion walked over to the ledge and stared at the smoke and flames still rising from the depths of the facility, it would take the authorities a while to make it up forty floors.

“They were like us, right?” Zorion muttered. “Taken and experimented on against their will.”

Valor’s eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. His jaw was tight as he flexed his claws.

“One of them was blind.”

Zorion turned his head. “What?”

“The one in back was giving directions…telling the one in front when and where to turn.”

They stood there in silence until a luxurious, sleek brown helicopter landed a few feet from them.

“Get in,” Jo gritted.

He and Valor hurried up the steps. When he got inside, Zorion stopped so fast that Valor slammed into his back.

He wasn’t expecting to see Grace and Mirage sitting very close together on a leather couch amid luxurious opulence.

Grace smoothly lifted a crystal glass—half filled with a liquid the color of milk chocolate—to his full lips. He draped his other arm around Mirage’s shoulders and pulled him until his back was flush against his chest.

“We heard you needed a ride.” Mirage smirked from behind his low hood.

Chief Aiken Oakley

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