Page 64 of Escaping Hallow Hill Academy
The door swings open as a body pushes its way inside. Light spills over the shadows, kissing the toes of my boots as heavy footfalls sound like a drill within my ears.
My sword lifts by its own accord. It’s bloodthirsty.
My sweet blade wants that fucker dead more than I do. For what he did, what he does.
I catch a glimpse of a man inside, see the span of his back clad in a white lab coat. It’ll be blood red in the next several seconds. I never really saw Dr. Hyde’s face, but I heard his voice all around me. It haunts my nightmares, and I’ll remember it forever.
The truth is, I don’t even know if this man is Dr. Hyde.
I don’t care.
Anyone in league with him deserves death and I’m thirsty to reap his soul and send it plunging to my Lady of Darkness. Let her torture him in the afterlife the way I was tortured.
The weapon arcs high. I start to lunge.
And strong arms wrap around my torso, hauling me back into the shadows and against his chest just as the door swings closed again.
My arm comes down fast, and my elbow connects with his ribs, but despite his low growling cursing, Sia never releases me.
“You’re such a pain my ass, Sekar.” His whisper is a cutting blade across my cheek, so dark and so low that I have to strain to hear it.
Let’s go,Rueren commands, mind to mind. He leads the way further down the hall to another door where they’re supposedly keeping Kira, pulling me away from my chance at vengeance.
Don’t forget, alpha,Styx adds sweetly, his palm settling on the small of my back as Sialen less than politely drags me through the lab door.
My teeth grind, but they’re right. Kira is more important.
I’ve already failed her for too long.
The tile is blindingly clean. My black boots slow as I walk across the span of the enormous room.
Silver tools shine with a threat of pain on the table in front of us.
And just beyond that are three chairs. Each one is made of smooth, clean leather. Each one is adorned with straps along the edges. Each one brings back too many dark memories.
And to my surprise, each one . . .is empty.
“What—” I barely get the word out before it’s cut off by a sharp, taunting tone.
“You really cared about that naive little girl enough to come back here?”
My metallic spine tenses at the sound of her voice.
I turn slowly and lock gazes with bright, venomous blue eyes.
Krist almighty.
Marcen stands behind her in a pressed black suit. His eyes glowing maliciously as he takes all of us in.
I fucking hate them.
Both of them.
“Where’s Kira?” I ask calmly as my fingers tighten one by one over the warm hilt of my blade.
Her tail wafts happily around her slender legs like a cat spotting a mouse for the first time in years.
“She’s being studied. We do more than test your blood, Miss Lucero. We have to test your magic. Your endurance. We take our studies very seriously.” Her hands fold, and I hate the way she looks at us one by one.
