That blood on the floor was hers, and I’ll be damned if I let him spill another drop of that precious liquid.
She’s mine, and I don’t fucking care what I have to do to save her. Even if I have to rip off each one of his guard’s limbs or eat my way through them, I’ll do it all for her.
When I finally get there, the tires screech as I slide the car sideways and peer through the living room window like before. There’s no one there except for two guards, which tells me they just left the room.
But I know Lex, Blom, and Aurora are in there.
I can smell it.
Suddenly, someone knocks on the car window, and I turn my head in the direction of the sound, ready to bite some heads off.
But the face that appears momentarily catches me off guard.
“Hello,” a dark-haired boy with a feather earring says.
Lex’s son, Luca.
CHAPTER22
Beast
I feellike I could spit fire. “What the—”
I ram open the door right up against him, shoving him down onto the ground. And I grab him by the collar and lean over to bark in his face. “How did you find me?”
“I just came back from my father and saw you chillin’ in your car, and I thought I’d recognized you. Relax.”
“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t run you over right now,” I say, grinding my teeth.
“Whoa, calm down, fucker,” he says. “I’m not your fucking enemy.”
My hold on his collar tightens. “Tell that to your fucking piece of shit of a father.”
“Where’d you get that sudden rage from?” he spits back, glaring at my neck, which misses the collar. “And where the fuck is your collar?”
“Your father is not in control anymore,” I growl back.
His eyes narrow and then open up like he’s seen the light. “Oh … you’ve freed yourself. I’m surprised.”
I grab him by the throat. The squeaky noises he makes are like music to my ears.
“Don’t. I told you, I’m not your enemy.”
“Why should I believe you?” I say through gritted teeth.
“I hate my father as much as you do,” he says.
I lower my gaze at him, suspicious of anything this dude has to say. If he’s anything like his father, I can’t trust anything he says or does.
“I can help you get her back.”
Now he’s got my attention.
I lift him up from the ground and shove him against my car by the throat. “What do you know about her?”
“Nothing,” he says. “Just that you want that girl my father’s been obsessed about.”
Obsessed?