not to be hurt. Let’s get out of here.”
Stone yanked Serenity to her feet and moved aside. She scooped up her satchel and held it to her chest. Her legs wouldn’t move. Never leave with an assailant. That’s what cops said on the news. When victims were removed from the initial scene of a crime, the odds of finding them alive dropped exponentially.
One thug stood at the front door. Another blocked the hall to the kitchen and bedroom. She had nowhere to run. The only clear exit was the balcony. Even if she made it to the tiny terrace, which was unlikely considering Stone stood less than arm’s length away, she’d have no place to go except down more than thirty stories.
Stone snatched her by the arm and dragged her out the door. He hit the button for the elevator, clutching her forearm. His fingers bit into her tender flesh and he gave her a wicked smile, flashing pearly white-capped teeth.
The numbers for both elevators climbed to the thirty-fourth floor. She draped her bag across her body and used two fingers to open the outer compartment containing her pepper spray. Once they were clear of the lobby and onto the street, she’d mace the prick holding her and make a break for it, screaming at the top of her lungs to draw as much attention as possible. She wished she had on sneakers instead of clogs, but she could sprint barefoot if need be to get away from these goons.
The elevator on the left chimed and the doors opened. Cyrus stepped out, holding a bundle of flowers. The bouquet fell to the floor and his fingers curled into fists.
All three men maneuvered backward.
Chapter Five
The elevator doors closed behind Cyrus and he tightened his fists. His knuckles cracked as fury set his muscles ablaze. Damn mercs had finally crossed the line. If they’d hurt Serenity, he was going tear their limbs from the sockets.
One merc had her forearm locked in his hand, back pressed against the doors of the second elevator, with a photon gun jammed into her ribs. From the partial line of lights along the top, the gun was still charging.
Serenity’s cheeks lifted as she smiled at him, but her brow was riddled with worry.
The shrill sound of metal scraping metal refocused his attention to the other two men standing in between him and his mate. One dressed in black unsheathed his sword, maintaining a steady grip.
A man wearing a vest held a black baton in each hand. He touched the tips of the rods together and white sparks spewed forth. Electrified.
Probably not enough voltage to do serious damage. Most likely high enough to disrupt his energy stream and to hurt a bit, but he wasn’t one to shy away from pain.
The man with the sword lunged. Cyrus bobbed and weaved, socking him in the jaw, drawing blood. Humans were so slow.
Sparks burst as the other guy advanced, landing a sizzling strike to Cyrus’s leg.
He grimaced. The batons were hot enough to scorch his pants. While his attacker went in for another wallop to his leg, Cyrus rammed his elbow into the man’s back.
Metal sliced the air. Cyrus blocked a blow from the sword with his arm. The blade cut the sleeve of his shirt, but it would take more than steel to penetrate his warrior’s skin. He twisted the man’s wrist, slipped the sword free and kicked him in the gut, sending him soaring through the air past Serenity and the merc who had his slimy hand on her.
The doors of the second elevator beeped and opened. The guy with a scar yanked Serenity into the elevator and with a chime the doors shut.
Cyrus twirled the sword and stalked toward the one brandishing the batons. He didn’t have a minute to spare. With a flick of his wrist, he swung the blade up. As the sword connected to one of the batons, knocking it from the merc’s hand, a bolt of electricity stung him.
He tightened his grip on the sword and pounced. Snatching the merc’s hand holding the other baton, he twisted it.
Bone crunched, causing the pathetic human to wail. The merc pulled out a nine
Stone yanked Serenity to her feet and moved aside. She scooped up her satchel and held it to her chest. Her legs wouldn’t move. Never leave with an assailant. That’s what cops said on the news. When victims were removed from the initial scene of a crime, the odds of finding them alive dropped exponentially.
One thug stood at the front door. Another blocked the hall to the kitchen and bedroom. She had nowhere to run. The only clear exit was the balcony. Even if she made it to the tiny terrace, which was unlikely considering Stone stood less than arm’s length away, she’d have no place to go except down more than thirty stories.
Stone snatched her by the arm and dragged her out the door. He hit the button for the elevator, clutching her forearm. His fingers bit into her tender flesh and he gave her a wicked smile, flashing pearly white-capped teeth.
The numbers for both elevators climbed to the thirty-fourth floor. She draped her bag across her body and used two fingers to open the outer compartment containing her pepper spray. Once they were clear of the lobby and onto the street, she’d mace the prick holding her and make a break for it, screaming at the top of her lungs to draw as much attention as possible. She wished she had on sneakers instead of clogs, but she could sprint barefoot if need be to get away from these goons.
The elevator on the left chimed and the doors opened. Cyrus stepped out, holding a bundle of flowers. The bouquet fell to the floor and his fingers curled into fists.
All three men maneuvered backward.
Chapter Five
The elevator doors closed behind Cyrus and he tightened his fists. His knuckles cracked as fury set his muscles ablaze. Damn mercs had finally crossed the line. If they’d hurt Serenity, he was going tear their limbs from the sockets.
One merc had her forearm locked in his hand, back pressed against the doors of the second elevator, with a photon gun jammed into her ribs. From the partial line of lights along the top, the gun was still charging.
Serenity’s cheeks lifted as she smiled at him, but her brow was riddled with worry.
The shrill sound of metal scraping metal refocused his attention to the other two men standing in between him and his mate. One dressed in black unsheathed his sword, maintaining a steady grip.
A man wearing a vest held a black baton in each hand. He touched the tips of the rods together and white sparks spewed forth. Electrified.
Probably not enough voltage to do serious damage. Most likely high enough to disrupt his energy stream and to hurt a bit, but he wasn’t one to shy away from pain.
The man with the sword lunged. Cyrus bobbed and weaved, socking him in the jaw, drawing blood. Humans were so slow.
Sparks burst as the other guy advanced, landing a sizzling strike to Cyrus’s leg.
He grimaced. The batons were hot enough to scorch his pants. While his attacker went in for another wallop to his leg, Cyrus rammed his elbow into the man’s back.
Metal sliced the air. Cyrus blocked a blow from the sword with his arm. The blade cut the sleeve of his shirt, but it would take more than steel to penetrate his warrior’s skin. He twisted the man’s wrist, slipped the sword free and kicked him in the gut, sending him soaring through the air past Serenity and the merc who had his slimy hand on her.
The doors of the second elevator beeped and opened. The guy with a scar yanked Serenity into the elevator and with a chime the doors shut.
Cyrus twirled the sword and stalked toward the one brandishing the batons. He didn’t have a minute to spare. With a flick of his wrist, he swung the blade up. As the sword connected to one of the batons, knocking it from the merc’s hand, a bolt of electricity stung him.
He tightened his grip on the sword and pounced. Snatching the merc’s hand holding the other baton, he twisted it.
Bone crunched, causing the pathetic human to wail. The merc pulled out a nine
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