Forbidden (Blood Ties #7)

That alone was terrifying.

The lights flickered overhead before they were gone, plunging me into darkness.

Fear followed, shaking me back into the present.

This didn’t usually happen.

Not like this and not this early.

I pushed forward, taking a step toward the door. The sound of heavy steps followed along the hallway,thud…thud…thud…

They’re taking you tomorrow.

My stomach clenched. Something was wrong…something was very wrong.

Bang!

I flinched at the sound of a gunshot and lunged forward, watching the guard outside my door stumble backward in the hallway. Blood bloomed in the center of his chest.

I slammed my hands against the door as movement came. Two of Coulter’s guards strode forward as one lifted the gun in his hand and took aim.

Bang!

Walker’s guard slumped to the floor, lying across the doorway to my room.

But it was the chilling stare of the other which found me as they both lifted their gazes to mine.

“Get her.” The one with the gun commanded.

And the other moved, snatched the keys from the dead guard’s belt, and reached for the door.

“No.” I shook my head and stumbled backwards as the lock gave way with aclick.“No…no…NO!”

THIRTY-SEVEN

Helene

“No…NO!”I screamed and scrambled backwards.

But that didn’t stop them.

They spilled through the doorway, spreading out like a plague as they came for me. One had a syringe and a gun in his hands, the other had both open as he reached for me.

“No fighting now.” He grunted before he lunged.

But I did fight, drawing on that desperate need to survive. He lunged for me and I clenched my fist then swung, giving it my all.

My knuckles hit warm flesh as the blow collided with his cheek. His head snapped sideways, causing him to stumble slightly before he caught himself. When he turned back, his gaze was savage.

Terror gripped me. I shook my head and scanned the room, desperately searching for a weapon. But there was nothing, just a plastic jug and a cup. I grabbed what I could and threw my pillow at him before I pitched the jug of water at his head.

He ducked, letting the jug fly past and hit the wall. Water dribbled down as I spun and raced for the doorway. But the other one was there, lunging to grab me around the waist and lift my feet from the floor.

Instinct kicked in, making me yank my feet up before I drove one back, slamming my heel against his shin. He let me go with a roar and I dropped to the floor. Only this time I didn’t run. I turned on him and snapped my fist out to connect with his nose.

Crunch.

His head jerked backwards and those dark eyes were dazed as I drew my arm back again…until a sting came at my other shoulder. The plunger was fast. I shoved backwards, swinging around and slashing my hands through the air like a wounded animal. Because that’s what I was at that moment.