Page 135 of Beast: Part Two

Removing the syringe from my pocket, I creep over to the bed. At the last minute, Micah opens his eyes and turns to look at me. He darts out of the bed, charging toward me. We clash. He wraps his arms around my body, pinning mine down to my sides. He drives me back against the wall behind me, knocking the wind out of me. When he lets me go, he punches me in the ribs. Searing pain lights up my side. He throws another punch to my stomach that almost has my dinner making a reappearance.

When he goes to swing at my face, I move my head, causing him to punch a hole in the wall. Using that distraction, I slam my right elbow into his face. He steps back from the blow. I then kick him in the chest, sending him staggering back. He charges at me again. I drop low and sweep his legs from under him. Hefalls to the ground. Kneeling on his chest, he swings, but I dodge his blow. I flick the top off the needle and then jab the syringe into his neck.

He fights for only a second before his body starts to convulse.

“Four minutes, Zel.” Kimi reads off the time once again.

Movement at the door has my head swinging in that direction.

“Fuck,” I mumble. Flicking the top back on the needle. I stuff it in my pocket as I run for the rope.

“Pull me up,” I say as I wrap the cord around my waist.

Immediately, I feel the tug. Using all my lower body strength, I leap up off the ground and reach for the grate. I manage to get a hold of it with one arm. The rope continues to pull me allowing me to swing my other arm up.

The door handle jiggles, alerting me someone is about to enter. I swing my body upward, barely getting my feet in the vent as the door opens. Thankfully, whoever entered the room was talking to someone behind them and not looking forward. I grab the grate and swing it closed, securing it again.

Wiggling my body as fast as I can, I make it back to my room. Before I drop through the ceiling, I hear the high pitch scream of a female.

“Come on, Zel,” Seth shouts.

I wiggle my way down into my room from the vent, planting my feet on the floor. Seth climbs on the chair and replaces the vent. Many helps me untie the cord from around my waist.

We set the room right as best we can before my door opens. Two skinny half-dressed girls are standing in the doorway, their eyes wide.

“What’s going on?” I ask casually.

“One of the patrons is dead.”

Our night was cut short. Akito cleared the building to figure out what happened to Micah. We didn’t put up a fight. As Iwas climbing into the blacked out Suburban we stole for this mission, I look to my left and my gaze connects with Beauty. She quickly looks away, but for a split second, I have her undivided attention.

Chapter Thirty-Six

More Family

Summer

Malia and I dance around the kitchen as we prepare dinner. The house is quiet today. Fem and most of the guys are out doing surveillance for Evan.

Ever since they killed Micah last week, they’ve been trying hard to get to Evan. I know part of the drive to finish the siblings is so they can get to Corbyn. We are all ready for this to be over. I can feel the energy in the home shifting.

Ari, Many, Charlie, and Ms. Reese are with DOE. Ari had a doctor’s appointment with their doctor. She’s twenty-eight weeks now. Her and Many have refused to find out the sex of the baby. They want it to be a surprise. This was just a regular checkup. Ms. Reese volunteered to take them. They even took the animals with them to get them out of the house.

Me, Malia, Brooklyn, Gabe and Emory were the only ones home at the moment.

“It will definitely be outdoors. I’ve always wanted an outside wedding.” I answer Malia’s earlier question.

“Me too,” she hums. “I told Lucien and Seth that I wanted either an outdoor fall themed wedding or something under the stars.”

“What about you, Brooklyn? I know you’re already married, but you ever thought about renewing your vows and having a wedding?”

I look up to Brooklyn sitting on the stool across from me. I was dicing potatoes while Malia seasoned up some steaks.

Brooklyn frowns as she rubs her back. “I’ve never really thought about a wedding,” she says.

“Are you okay?” I ask putting the knife down.

She sighs. “Yeah, my back’s been bothering me all day.”

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