Page 10 of Delinquents Turned Fugitives
"Your word means nothing then?" I let my fury at myself color my voice and turn it into a snarl. Stupid idiot. Thinking he was a victim somehow.
"Oh, I won't kill you. But I can't promise they won't." That's when Callum yanked the metal band up over his head and tossed it aside. It crashed onto one of the metal tabletops and sent test tubes flying.
Fuuuuuuuuuuck.
My heart gave a desperate lurch and I shot whatever shadows I could around myself and the guys.
Evan turned back to look at me, horror twisting his features.
This was it. My idiotic emotions would be the death of me. And I wouldn't even get to save Matthew.
But Callum didn't grab me with his claws. He turned and ran to the side wall, using his claws to shear through the metal band holding the first rabid vampire.
Shit. He was freeing them.
And Andros and I both had blood on us.
"Run, run as fast as you can," his voice was an eerie sing-song as the guys plowed through the door in front of us.
Sweat beaded on the back of my neck and fear swallowed my thoughts, chomping them to bits.
I heard another horrific metallic screech as I reached the door and practically dove through it. I didn't care what magical obstacles were ahead of us at that point—they couldn't be worse than what was behind.
