Page 43 of Warrior
“Olympus,” she mumbles.
Her eyes close again.
Fuck.
At least I know how to get to Olympus. I leave South Falls, heading up a windy road that follows the water—barely visible through the trees—and will eventually bring me to Olympus. Or, if I kept going, into North Falls and Bow & Arrow.
Resisting the urge to take her far, far away from Sterling Falls, I keep driving north.
I pass a driveway, and a motorcycle pulls out behind me. I don’t think anything of it until another one does, then another. Suddenly, there are at least a dozen on the road, the purr of each engine blending into a symphony.
One puts on a burst of speed and comes up beside me.
I glance over, tempted to flip the rider off, and recognize the man who found me in my apartment.
Malikai.
A Hell Hound.
He falls back, and two more shoot forward. They ride ahead of me. More surround me. As a unit, they slow, and I’m forced to hit the brakes or run over the two bikes in front.
“For fuck’s sake.” I check Artemis. Her mouth is open, her breathing deep. “Hope you’re having a nice nap. I might get shot.”
Nothing.
I’m not sure how to explain to them… any of it.
I kill the engine and hop out.
Malikai does the same, hanging his helmet on the handle of his bike and ruffling his hair.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” I ask.
“You’re driving Artemis’s car.”
I dip my chin.
“She’s here, boss,” someone calls out. “She doesn’t look so hot.”
Great.
In a flash, Malikai has a gun drawn from his hip and pointed at me. “You harm her, Avery?”
I slowly raise my hands. “No. In fact, I only just got her back.”
“From?”
How the fuck do I answer that?
Movement out of the corner of my eye draws my attention. They’ve got the backseat door open and are hauling her out.
“Careful,” I bark. “She was stabbed?—”
“Hold,” Malikai calls.
They freeze.
“Stabbed?”
