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Benjamin howled in pain, hurling me from him as we closed in on the ground.

I threw my arm out, trying to soften the earth before I could collide with it, but Cain launched himself into my path with a snarl of fury.

His arms latched around me as I struck him, the two of us crashing down onto the softened dirt beneath the snow and rolling across it at speed.

We slammed to a halt and I wheezed out a breath around the pain in my ribs as I blinked up at my Vampire with a smile on my bloody lips.

Cain pressed his hand beneath my shirt, healing magic sliding into my body and taking the agony from me as he repaired the damage to my bones. But as I looked over his shoulder at the Dragon which spun through the sky before once again aligning itself to attack us, I had to think that he had wasted his time.

CHAPTER FORTY

Iran faster than a bobcat on a bobsleigh, my arms pumping, legs whirling as I raced past Shadowbrook and the monstrous thing that had once been Gustard as they fought. I glanced at them as I passed into the tower, taking in the way Gustard lunged at Ethan, how the Wolf had fallen to his back beneath him, the bloodlust in Gustard’s eyes as he raised a hand tipped with wicked claws.

He'd be fine.

I ran on, charging into the dark and baying like a bloodhound as I formed a whip of water in my hands and started circling it over my head.

I found myself in a dimly lit atrium, stairs spiralling upwards from the centre of the tower but doors led off to the right of the structure too.

I stalled, uncertain which way to go.

A loud bang made me shriek and I lost my hold on my water-whip, the magic falling apart and crashing down over my head, drenching me through.

I cursed, drawing the water back out of my clothes and scuttling towards the closest door as another loud bang came from up the stairs.

It was probably better to check behind the quiet, unassuming doors than to barrel on up the stairs where the sounds of carnage and death called out to me anyway. Far more likely that Wilder and the other fellow who he had forgotten to introduce me to were simply hiding away down here in the warmth of these rooms.

“Holy gobnuts,” I squawked as I snapped the door closed at my back and lights flared to life overhead automatically, illuminating an operating theatre. There was only a single occupant in the room. A man was strapped to the table, face down and butt naked, his ass in the air where he had managed to push himself onto his knees, the underside of his hairy balls and short Johnson waggling in the direction of my face.

I slapped a hand over my face to shield me from the sight but quickly dropped it again as I heard the door lock at my back.

“Come back, have ya?” a familiar voice crooned and I gasped, my head whipping back and forth between the locked door and the man on the table.

“Twenty-four?” I hissed in astonishment.

“Who’s there?” Plunger hissed, waggling his ass so that his balls slapped the insides of his hairy thighs.

I grimaced and side-stepped around the table to see his face and confirm my suspicions.

Plunger’s eyebrows rose as he looked at me, one side of his face squashed to the metal bed he lay upon where he had pulled himself back as far as he could manage to allow him to thrust his ass into the air.

“Well wobble my jelly beans,” he purred. “Is that my knight in shining armour I see before me?”

“What are you doing here?”

“That is a long and lingering tale which started with a wild night in the company of a lonely lemur.”

“Erm…” I took a step back, glancing around and wondering if I should just move on, find Wilder and his brothers and forget I ever found this particular specimen lingering here.

“I always knew you were one of the good ones,” Plunger crooned. “You always did me gently on the cavit-ah searches. You have a tender soul.”

“I really need to find Sin Wilder and-”

“I seen him!” Plunger called. “I can lead you to him. Set me loose and we can find him together.”

I winced but truthfully I couldn’t come up with an excuse to leave him there like that so I looked around the room instead. “Where are the keys for your shackles?” I asked, moving towards a cabinet by the far wall.

“They took them when they left me here,” he sighed. “But worry not. You see that bottle of oil over there?” He gestured with his chin towards a shelf and I nodded hesitantly. “Baste me up good with it and I can shift and slip free of these binds in a wink of an excited bum hole.”

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