Page 63 of Rebel Fae
Alarms blared and guards ran back and forth. No one seemed to know where they were going or what they were doing yet, which worked in our favor. Vaughn blended right in, running down a hallway as I flew behind. He ran down several more corridors.
Vaughn halted as we passed an open office. He ran in and pulled a gun from the small desk that occupied the room.
“It might come in handy,” he said, slipping it in his waistband. He was a guard, but Adaline had never trusted him with a gun. Not that he much needed one. He had sharp claws and teeth.
We resumed running and soon found an elevator and thumbed the button. When it arrived, and the doors slid open to reveal an empty cabin, I was overwhelmed with relief.
Vaughn stepped inside, and I flew in behind him, landing just as the doors shut.
“Tally,” he whispered.
“Yeah?”
“There may be guards in the room with the girls. Don’t appear right away, okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered.
He glanced over to where I stood and even though he couldn’t see me, he smiled. “That was awesome what you did back there to Adaline.”
“I broke her nose,” I said, still not sure how I felt about my viciousness.
He nodded. “You did what you had to do.”
“How do you think we’ll get out of here, Vaughn?”
This made him go quiet for a moment. “We’ll figure it out. Maybe we can sneak into the garage or—”
The elevator dinged as it reached the third floor, and the doors slid open.
He glanced once more at where he thought I might be and exited the elevator.
Looking left and right, we trudged down the carpeted hallway. This area looked like one of those hotels humans stayed in when they were away from home like those I’d seen on TV. Framed pictures hung on the walls with glowing lanterns between them. The hallway had identical white doors with numbered plaques on them. Vaughn jogged along, following the numbers up to 352.
“This is it,” he said, pulling Alexander’s scan card from his pocket. When he pressed it to the plate beside the door, a green light flashed on. He pulled down on the door handle and shouldered the door open.
I held my breath and flew in after him.
There, on the bed, sat Arryn and a girl that had to be Courtney.
Vaughn ran to his cousin as I materialized. My heart leaped as I rushed to the bed and drew Arryn into my arms.
But she didn’t react.
“Arryn, it’s me, Tally.” I pulled back and looked into her face.
Her eyes were open, but they stared blankly ahead. Her face was blank too, showing no emotion. She was awake but gone.
My stomach knotted as I shook her gently. “Arryn, what’s wrong? Arryn?”
I glanced over to see that Courtney was the same. Vaughn shook her but nothing happened. She was like a lifeless doll.
Oh, gods, what had happened to them?
Just then, a figure stepped out of an interior doorway.
“Something wrong?” Crescent asked.
She looked worse for wear, but Crescent was here and awake. This had to be her doing. She’d done something to Courtney and Arryn.
