Page 37 of The Magic of Destiny
Not gonna lie—the way we were storming through the halls, all in sync with our steps... I felt like a total badass. I twirled my tongue stud between my teeth as I took in the facility. Pretty boring—white walls, concrete floors, not a single piece of artwork anywhere.Do demons not appreciate nice aesthetics?
Just as I was opening my mouth to ask Bram, Khol halted the group with a closed fist. “Fish, report,” Khol ordered, keeping his voice low.
“The further we move into the building, the more I'm picking up. There's got to be a large area nearby, with multiple people,” Fish murmured, closing his eyes. “We need to move to the west side of the facility. It's interesting though, because if they actually are demons, I'm still getting a read on them.” He frowned, puzzled.
“Maybe because we’re bonded now, so you’re more familiar with sensing demons? Or because we're in Besmet?” Firefly offered. Her guesses were as good as anyone else's.
“How many, Fish?” Cam asked.
My brother's eyes flashed and went completely black. I stepped away from him and slid behind Bram.Creepy ass.
“At least thirty,” Fish replied, his voice deeper than usual. He blinked, and his eyes returned to normal, landing right on me. “Shall we, brother?”
My fangs popped out in response. “We shall, brother,” I replied with a smirk.
“Bram, Saige, Cam, and I will see if we can find Annie,” Khol told the group, his hands clenched tightly at his sides.
“Let's do this,” Cam added, with a hint of anticipation.
I was doing this. I was finally a part of a team, their team. The sense of belonging and having a place fulfilled things within my soul I hadn’t even realized I’d been missing. Yeah, I still hated Sloane and wanted to punch him in the dick, but I was doing this for my woman and the guys. They all loved the grumpy control freak, and I loved them. Plus, Fish definitely had some stronger feelings for Sloane, and I didn’t want to see him sad.
Fischer and I stalked off, breaking away from the group. He was completely focused, with his shoulders squared and a look of scary indifference on his face.
“What's the plan?” I asked as we rounded a corner.
“I'll be able to get in their heads and determine if they're enemies or not. If there are any innocents, I'll signal you and you can compel them to walk out with their hands up. I'm not holding my breath for that, though.” He looked over at me. “This is going to get messy.”
My heart sped up in excitement. “Can't fucking wait.”
We walked in step, shoulder to shoulder, like twins of death. The sound of footsteps approaching halted my movements and I grabbed Fish's vest, stopping him as well. Holding a finger to my lips, I made a walking motion with my fingers and then pointed down the hall. He rolled his eyes at my sign language, but gave me a thumbs up anyway.
There was a small alcove halfway between us and the end of the hall. In a flash, I took off for it, putting myself out of sight. The steps got louder as the people got closer.
“Who the hell are you?” one of them demanded, clearly having spotted Fischer.
“Fuck. Call someone, quick,” another muttered.
I held tight, waiting for confirmation that these were bad guys. A moment later, I got it.
‘Enemies.’
One word. Loud and clear in my mind. Well then, that was all I needed to hear.
I sprang out of my hiding spot, landing right in front of three men, who were now wide-eyed with fear.
“Oh gods,” one of them whispered, and I tilted my head slowly, studying them.
“No gods. Just two brothers here to send you to them,” I whispered back, as though I was letting them in on a little secret. Fischer had them holding perfectly still like statues. They were sitting ducks.
I shook my head and lunged for the man closest to me, my fangs sinking into his neck like a knife through butter. His blood sprayed as I severed his jugular vein, and a shocked laugh escaped my blood-soaked mouth. I'd never killed before, not with my own two hands—or two fangs, I should say. And holy hell, it wasglorious.
It was all over within ten seconds. Three bodies lay crumpled on the floor, and sprays of blood decorated the painfully bland white walls. There. If nothing else, I’d provided some art in this boring ass place.
“You're certainly efficient, if not a bit messy,” Fish observed, hopping over the rapidly growing river of blood.
“Was I supposed to be discreet?” I asked, wiping my chin. Pretty sure the motion didn't do anything except smear the blood further, but maybe it was a good look for me.
“Doesn't matter so much here, but we may need to work on it for future missions,” he told me over his shoulder. “But I get it. First mission and all that. Plus, with your affinity, you probably have certain urges. Today is like a free for all, I'm not picking up on a single good intention from anyone, aside from us. So if you want to feed that bloodlust, be my guest.”
