Page 43 of Warrior

“Olympus,” she mumbles.

Her eyes close again.

Fuck.

At least I know how to get to Olympus. I leave South Falls, heading up a windy road that follows the water—barely visible through the trees—and will eventually bring me to Olympus. Or, if I kept going, into North Falls and Bow & Arrow.

Resisting the urge to take her far, far away from Sterling Falls, I keep driving north.

I pass a driveway, and a motorcycle pulls out behind me. I don’t think anything of it until another one does, then another. Suddenly, there are at least a dozen on the road, the purr of each engine blending into a symphony.

One puts on a burst of speed and comes up beside me.

I glance over, tempted to flip the rider off, and recognize the man who found me in my apartment.

Malikai.

A Hell Hound.

He falls back, and two more shoot forward. They ride ahead of me. More surround me. As a unit, they slow, and I’m forced to hit the brakes or run over the two bikes in front.

“For fuck’s sake.” I check Artemis. Her mouth is open, her breathing deep. “Hope you’re having a nice nap. I might get shot.”

Nothing.

I’m not sure how to explain to them… any of it.

I kill the engine and hop out.

Malikai does the same, hanging his helmet on the handle of his bike and ruffling his hair.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” I ask.

“You’re driving Artemis’s car.”

I dip my chin.

“She’s here, boss,” someone calls out. “She doesn’t look so hot.”

Great.

In a flash, Malikai has a gun drawn from his hip and pointed at me. “You harm her, Avery?”

I slowly raise my hands. “No. In fact, I only just got her back.”

“From?”

How the fuck do I answer that?

Movement out of the corner of my eye draws my attention. They’ve got the backseat door open and are hauling her out.

“Careful,” I bark. “She was stabbed?—”

“Hold,” Malikai calls.

They freeze.

“Stabbed?”

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