Page 101 of Reaper Unhinged
His brows shoot up. “You don’t have a bed?”
“No. Look.” I sigh. “I get it. I’m stuck here for…however long you decide. I’m not human, I get that you probably think of me as a beast, but even a dog is given a comfortable place to lay its head.”
He frowns. “Yes, well. This won’t do. I’ll look into it. Please, have a seat.”
A seat? He means the tormenter chair, of course. As soon as I sit, the metal bands will engage, and I’ll be trapped. I need to act now and fast.
The control to my collar is on the table to his far right. The vials on the table to my right. Several are already in syringes. I might be able to grab the syringe, but then he’ll incapacitate me by grabbing the collar control.
There is only one thing to do.
I lunge at the table where the control is, knocking it to the ground with a clatter. Mr. Needle-happy bellows, but I’m already across the room, and then I have a syringe in my hand.
Guards enter the room, guns pointed at me.
“Don’t shoot him!” Needle-happy says, his eyes on me. “Put the syringe down, and no one will get hurt.”
“Really? Funnily enough, I don’t believe you. I have the scars to prove it.”
His eyes flinch at my words. “That formula is specifically designed for the vamp species. It could kill you.”
A few minutes ago, I might have reconsidered, but Fee is here. I know she is. She’s on the island, and she’s defenseless without her outlier power. I have no choice.
“I guess we’ll find out.” I slide the needle into my skin and push down the plunger.
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Cora
Okay, so nowI’mpacing. Where the fuck is Hunter? Did it work? Did he get the juice he needs?
Fuck. The announcement comes again.
ALL ACTIVE UNITSTO SECTOR C. INTRUDER ALERT. LOCKDOWN IN PROGRESS.
It’sFee and the gang. It has to be. We need to shut down the wards, and we need to do it fast.
The sound of boots running down the corridor has me flying toward the cell door. I know it’s him before I peer out of the tiny window.
There’s blood on his face, but I doubt it belongs to him. Shit, has he killed humans? Not the time to quiz him.
The door opens with a clang, and I’m out.
“This way. Stay close,” he orders.
I’m not about to argue. He’s the one with the special juice in his system.
We get to the end of the stone corridor and take a left. There’s a door up ahead with a guard slumped to the floor beside it at a funny angle. We get closer, and I see that his keycard is slotted into the wall but still attached to his hip by a length of plastic.
Hunter shoves the door open, and then we’re clambering up a flight of metal steps where another door awaits with another unconscious guard keeping sentry.
Jeez, dude.
“Move,” Hunter says. “Right now, it’s all hands on deck outside, dealing with the intruders.”
“Fee.”
“Yes. They have guns. Lots of them. I doubt Fee and the pack came similarly equipped.”
