Ivy blindly breathed out another covering blast of acid, half-spreading her wings to make sure no-one was trying to sneak past. No yells this time, so she guessed Gaze and his shifters must have retreated.

The elevator binged, counting down floors as it descended. Ivy frantically tried to remember how tall the apartment building was. It would surely only take a few minutes for the elevator to reach the lobby.

Got to find a window. Fly down to meet Hope, get her to safety-

Something crashed into her, knocking her head over tail backward. She slammed into the wall, her attacker a cold, hard weight on top of her. It took all her willpower not to open her eyes as its talons tore at her throat.

Spit! Strike! Kill!

Completely disorientated, Ivy unleashed a blast of acid—not the diluted form she’d used before, but her full, steel-melting strength. Her unseen assailant let go of her, claws scrabbling away as she blindly whipped her head from side to side.

Walls sizzled, melting under her deadly breath. Sparks showered over her scales as the acid ate through electricity cables. The whole building shook as the power went out. The music still emanating from the party abruptly went dead.

And in the sudden hush, Ivy heard the deep, metallic groan of the elevator cable giving way.

Hugh Argent had a splitting headache. As usual.

It was rather ironic, considering that as a paramedic he was carrying an emergency kit full of modern medicine’s finest painkillers. But not even morphine could do anything to help the migraine brought on by close proximity to non-virgins.

Being a unicorn shifter was, quite literally, a pain.


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