Page 145 of Undisputed Chaos
"We're going to take a little trip," he whispered against my ear, his breath hot and wrong. "Somewhere your psychotic boyfriend can't find us. Somewhere we can fix whatever’s wrong with you.”
The implication in his words sent nausea rolling through me. I fought harder, kicking backward, trying to twist from his grip.
"I'll never go anywhere with you! Adrianwillfind me, and he’ll kill you for this!”
Noah laughed, the sound cold and unfamiliar, nothing like the warm chuckle I remembered from our better days.
"The great Catalyst? Where is he now, then? You shouldn’t date demons.”
We were almost at his car now, and panic flooded through me as I realized he was going to succeed. He was stronger than me.
The men holding Crew were watching with detached interest, making no move to help either of us.
"Please," I begged, changing tactics, forcing my body to go still against him. "Noah, this isn't you. Let me go, and we can talk. Just you and me."
His grip loosened fractionally at my softer tone, and I felt a surge of hope.
"You want to talk now?" he asked, suspicion warring with desire in his voice.
"Yes," I lied, forcing my body to relax against him. "Just... not like this. Not with Crew involved."
His eyes turned wild again, a stranger's eyes in a face I once thought I knew.
“Too bad. You’re not you, either. Dating a fucking psychopath,” he snarled, fingers digging into my arms as he spun me around, pressing me against the side of his car.
"Get in the car," he hissed, reaching behind me to wrench open the back door. "Now."
I tried to scream again, but his hand muffled the sound.
With brutal efficiency, he began shoving me into the backseat, one arm wrapped around my waist while the other maintained its grip over my mouth.
Tears streamed down my face as I realized I was losing this fight.
Crew had gone quiet, but I couldn't turn to see him, couldn't call out to reassure him that I knew Adrian would find me—that Adrian would fix this.
All I could focus on was Noah's hands on me, the car door open behind me, and the sickening knowledge of what would happen once I was inside.
And then, like a miracle, Noah's grip vanished.
A shadowmoved at the edge of my vision—massive, fast, lethal.
Noah's shadow disappeared as something slammed into him with the force of a train, sending him sprawling across the grass behind me with a strangled cry.
I stumbled forward, catching myself against the car, and turned to see a sight that froze the blood in my veins.
Noah was on the ground, his face contorted in agony, a strangled noise escaping his throat.
Standing over him, a face a mask of cold fury I'd never seen before, was Adrian.
He looked like death incarnate, his jade knife buried to the hilt in my ex-boyfriend's shoulder. His knife that was inside of me…
Blood bloomed across Noah's shirt, dark and spreading, while he writhed on the ground in agony.
But it was Adrian's face that truly shocked me. I’d never seen him like this.
Gone was every trace of the playful, goofy man who fed his piranhas and wore ridiculous crop tops.
This was something that had been hiding beneath human skin.
