Page 36 of Cruel Revenge
“I… I g-got a-a-away,” she forced out.
“Yeah, you did. I-I’m so proud of you. Don’t talk anymore. I’m going to save you.”
“I-I-I c-c-can’t f-f-feel…”
“Shhh. Stop talking, Carey. I’m going to help you.”
“A-Anything,” she finished.
My heart dropped.
No. No. Not like this. I can’t lose her right now.
“B-B-Bite me,” she said, her breath too weak, too shallow.
It felt like time froze. I heard screeching tires, but they felt so distant. Engines revved.
I had to get her away. She couldn’t move. I didn’t want to even think about the truth of what was happening.
I could move her.
I had to use my teeth.
I have to save my daughter.
I bit her leg, letting my teeth sink in for both a good grip and to do something I swore to myself and to Heath would never happen. I didn’t hear a sound from her in return. It broke my heart. Then I gently started to pull her further away from the road, trying to move her to a place where I could defend her better. In the woods, in the trees, I would have a better chance. Or I hoped I would.
I dragged her quicker than I would have liked as my eyes flicked around, seeing the SUVs closing in again. I tried to get away with her.
I couldn’t move her fast enough, though, not without risking whatever chance she had at survival left.
“I don’t know how you’re alive, but I am very much tired of you, Jacky Leon,” the witch’s voice boom as he got out of his SUV. “I’m going to send you to hell personally, you slippery bitch.”
I released Carey to stand over her, snarling. She was fully unconscious at this point, and I had no idea if that was a good or a bad thing. At that moment, I knew nothing except that she was in danger, and I was her only defender.
“If I’m going to hell, I’m taking you with me,”I promised.“But you won’t have my daughter.”
“You can’t stop me,” he said.
I roared over Carey, refusing to leave her. I was going to stay with her until the bitter end.
The witch knew I couldn’t charge him as his help poured out of the two SUVs. One had several scratches over his face, even on his eye. His mask had been yanked off hard enough to leave red marks. Carey had done a number on him.
Good girl. You got away. You left your mark on him. That shit will probably scar.
I memorized his face. One day, I would crush it in my jaws.
The main witch, the one who taunted me, the one who haunted me, waved a hand, and the remaining metal spikes came out of his quiver.
“I have had a long time planning on how to kill not only you, but the other werecats who crossed me,” he said, his voice ringing with a second voice, something feminine. It sounded off, distorted and overlaid in a strange way that made my ears wantto bleed. “Test the new device,” he ordered. “Let’s see if it works here. A live performance.”
That was when the sound started. A piercing, high-pitched note.
It was immediately painful.
I shook my head, but it felt like someone took a drill to my ears. Dizziness washed over me, and I found it hard to stand. Nausea hit me, and I couldn’t stop the feeling from causing me to gag and retch.
“Werecats have such sensitive hearing. I did some research into this new human technique of using sound to stop riots and the like. I figured with how sensitive your hearing is, you can be disabled even easier than a human, but I had to find the right frequency.” The witch started walking closer. I could barely hear his words through the awful noise that nearly made me fall on Carey. It was the only reason I stepped just a foot away from her.
