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"This."

Quick as lightning, I lunged forward and drove the heel of my palm into the iron collar where it sat over her Adam's apple. She didn't even have time to scream before the spikes tore into her windpipe, but what finished her was me driving the collar all the way through until it exploded out of the back of her neck.

No werewolf needed asharpobject to cut off someone's head. With enough strength behind it, any object would do.

Her severed head hit the stone floor with a dull clunk and, without the collar and chains to hold it up, her twitching body soon followed.

Conveniently near the drain, too, Garnet smirked as we watched her blood swirl down it.

"Speaking of blood," I muttered and glanced down at my shirt, then I smiled when I saw I didn't have a drop on me.

Only my hand and forearm were soaked, and I could wash that up easily and be good to go back to our girl.

"I bet the others weren't as tidy, though."

We both know they're all going to need to go to the guest house and change, Garnet snickered.Want to bet on who's the bloodiest?

"What would be the point?" I sighed. "We both know it will be Wyatt."

It wasn't that he was into torture - quite the opposite, in fact - but he was messy and he didn't think things through before he did them.

As my wolf chuckled, I exited the cell and found Wyatt lounging outside the door, one shoulder propped against the wall and his arms crossed over his chest as he stared at his shoes.

"You were fast," I said as I took in his blood-drenched clothing, face, and arms. "All good?"

"Yeah. You?" He lifted his head and met my eyes.

"Of course, except for that awful smell." Waving a hand in front of my nose, I grimaced.

"Yeah, it's getting worse, too."

Cole joined us then, a few patches of blood on his skin and clothes, and asked where the stink and screeches were coming from.

Wyatt pointed to Ikhlassi's cell, where the king stood across from the partially opened door and the dark coils of smoke swirling out of it. The shrieks increased in volume as the smoke grew thicker until big black clouds billowed out along with one endless, shrill scream.

"I don't think Ash listened when you said no fire, Mase," Wyatt smirked.

"Obviously." I rolled my eyes.

I shouldn't have been surprised. Despite me telling him not to, there was no stopping him once he went to that tiny dark corner of his otherwise happy heart.

Then the cell door flew all the way open and Ash strolled out. He was whistling - freakingwhistling!- and stopped to fist-bump the king before the two of them walked toward us.

True to form, Wyatt thought it'd be a great idea to join in with Ash's merry little tune and sang at the top of his lungs.

"I ain't worried 'bout it, I ain't worried 'bout it, Hey! I ain't worried—" He was interrupted by a wet hiss and a squealing klaxon as the sprinklers went off, but didn't let it deter him. "—oh no, no, I ain't worried 'bout it right now."

The horrid stench, Ash's whistling, Wyatt's caterwauling, Cole's growling, Ikhlassi's dying shrieks, the piercing alarm, the intolerable onslaught of ice-cold water...

How much chaos could a man take before he snapped?

Apparently, exactly that much.

"WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK, ASH?" I boomed out over the chaos. "I SAID NO FIRE!"

"A-yo, Ash!" Wyatt stopped his warbling to high-five him. "You got Mase to curseandyell at you! Let's go!"

King Julian covered his grin with his hand as Cole bent double with laughter.

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