Page 98 of Bound
“Amoret?” I try to touch her face, but my hand won’t move. My knees buckle.
We crash to the stone floor, the impact jarring through the ice working its way through my system. I cradle her to me and try to peer around as everything fades in and out.
The dark shadows of the soldiers creep closer, rimming the edge of my fire. I try to feed it. To raise it to guard us. But the flames will not obey. They lower and lower until just a glowing ring rests inches above the stone.
“Alpha, I think we dosed him with too much,” says a deep male voice from the darkness. I try to turn my head, but the ice has worked its way into my neck, leaving me frozen in place.
A pair of dark eyes meet mine through the haze. “He’s a big boy, Steel,” says the leader. “And the bigger they are, the harder they always fall.” The end of a rifle blurs as it careens toward my face.
A sharp burst of pain fills my head.
The darkness is instant.
