Page 168 of Lock Up the Darkness

“You locked in a cage.”

“The Infidels?”

“Just you and the girl.”

What?

I felt two more join the party and one of them wrapped their arm around my throat, trying to choke me out, while the other two held me immobilized against the wall.

I fought to reach my backup blade in my jacket, straining, while trying to push past the growing lightheadedness from being choked out.

“Asher!” I heard Jonah bellowing in the distance.

Good, he’d just confirmed he was still conscious.

I managed to wrench my hand free and I drove it into the closest face, shoving my fingers through a set of eyeholes and into their actual eyeballs. Blood and fluids spurted and they shrieked.

It had the hold on me loosening enough for me to jerk sharply to the side, then wrench myself free.

I spotted my gun a few feet away where it had dropped from the impact earlier, drenched in a puddle of mud.

But another opponent jumped into my path.

I pulled my blade and crooked my finger.

They started toward me, but then a gunshot rang out.

A bullet ripped right through their throat, blood spurting everywhere as it tore into their carotid artery. As they grasped their neck and slumped to their knees, another shot rang out and I spun to see somebody who’d been running at my back dropping.

And then I saw the source.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t Jonah.

It was Aurora.

Her face and hands were drenched in blood, her clothes also slicked from the earlier downpour that was still being a bitch now.

A dark look in her eyes melded with mine as she said, “They breached the basement. They paid the price.”

Fuck me.

My cock hardened.

I gritted my teeth, shoving down the sensation, and keeping my focus.

More masked maniacs were rushing from the trees then.

“There are too many,” I told Aurora, rushing over to her, shoving my wet hair back.

She nodded. “Let’s get Jonah and get out of here.”

“Jonah!” I called out through the night.

He swung his head from high up on a hill to our left.

In the next moment, a body rolled down it and he trailed after, barreling along, then jumping over it, as he made his way toward us.

“I need those grenades,” I told him as soon as he reached us, battered, muddied, and bloodied, his deep green eyes wild and in Savage mode.

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