Page 44 of Death Warden
“You want to play rough, I’ll give it to you rough.”
CHAPTERTWELVE
SPECTRE
Ilook up from the inventory Logan’s handed to me to see Curo storming into the common room. My gaze automatically tracks to the door, waiting for her.
She doesn’t appear.
Curo makes to stride past me, but I reach out to block him with my arm. “Where is she?”
“Fuck you, Spectre,” he snaps. “The deal’s off.”
“What deal?” Logan asks.
Curo’s eyes flash and he opens his mouth to spill the beans.
“Nothing!” I cut him off with a snarl.
Curo leans in, unfazed. “Deal with your issue yourself, because if I go near her again I can’t promise I won’t fuck her brains out.”
Logan’s growl mingles with mine.
Curo lets out a harsh laugh. “Oh, this is fucking priceless. Both of you?”
A stabbing pain lances through my chest, a pressure at the back of my head. “Adi…” Something’s wrong. I leap to my feet, drop the inventory, and run for the exit.
I don’t know how I know where she is; my body is a homing beacon on autopilot propelling me out of the residences, across the drive, and into the garages. I hear her cry.
I spot her being manhandled.
I don’t even register by who because that’s irrelevant; all that matters is that some fucker has his hands on my mate.
My vision turns red, heat pushing out of my skin. “Get away from her!” My voice is a fiery bellow.
The male releases Adi and turns to face me. “Spectre, what the fuck are you—”
I slam into him, knocking him off his feet and throwing him over my shoulder long enough to run toward the back wall and throw him into it.
The crunch of bone is music to my ears, and as my boot meets his face, his chest, his groin, his screams become a delicious symphony.
Hands are on me. Tugging me back. An arm around my waist. Yells. Orders.
“Fuck off. Get off me. He has to die. The fucker has to die.”
A punch rocks my head back on my neck.
“Snap the fuck out of it,” Curo bellows. “Spectre, fucking hell.”
My vision clears, but the rage is a live, potent thing that wants to be sated in blood.
The hellhound on the ground groans in pain.
“Spectre, look at me.” Curo cups my face, forcing me to focus on him. “It’s okay. She’s okay.”
Adi. I tear from his grasp. “Where is she? I need to see her, I need… Oh, fuck…” Pull it together. The rage abates. “Is she okay?”
“Riley took her into the house.”
