Page 90 of Thirst Trap
The Rescue
Black SUVs slid to a stop outside the warehouse. Oil. Wet concrete. Broken windows
like teeth.
“They wanted bait,” I told Lucas. “They’re about to choke on it.”
We moved. Low, fast, practiced. The first door blew. Gunfire screamed back. I went
feral in all the disciplined ways.
“Second floor,” I said.
Room by room, stair by stair, until copper hit my tongue and the world narrowed to a
chair in a concrete room.
“PENNY!”
Tied. Cut. Chin high anyway.
I tore the restraints with my hands. She was shaking but not small. Never small.
“Took your time, wolfboy,” she croaked.
I laughed, wild and wrecked. “Never again.” I lifted her, the weight too light in my arms.
Then,movement. A guard’s hand flashing as he bolted. A square-bezel Goldsmith signet on his finger.
A shot cracked. Not mine. Lucas staggered, blood blooming down his sleeve.
***
On the underground feed, Lucas bled. My forehead hit the glass.
“Don’t you die,” I whispered.
But my eyes flicked once more to Logan. The look on his face as he carried Penny out,wrecked, furious, relieved,was the same one I knew I’d wear if it were Lucas in my arms.
He loved her. God help him, he loved her.
And if Penny hadn’t survived that night, neither would Logan.
We pulled Penny out of the fire.
But the Goldsmiths had drawn first blood.
Chapter 56
Breaking the Lock
My knees hit cold concrete. Lucas bled on the screen, staggering under gunfire.
Every instinct screamed: move.
“No. Not this time.”
I ripped open drawers, found a letter opener, and jammed it into the control panel.
