Page 23 of The Labyrinth
Marion moved her hand away, and she couldn’t help but look him up and down.Lingering on his impressive bull dick.She wasn’t into bestiality, but damn.
“Stop looking at it,” he grunted, giving a snort.
Heat filled her cheeks, and she yanked her gaze away.“Right.Um.Where’re your horns?”
“I can control the shift, and I don’t need them right now.”
“Oh.What do you plan to do?”
“Move away from the door.”
She followed his instructions.Deacon lifted one hoof and kicked at the knob.Once.Twice.On the third strike, it flew off.He pushed on the door, and it opened effortlessly.
“Grab my clothes,” he ordered.“I’m staying in this form until we get out.Those workers are shifters, but not Komodo dragons.I think they’re coyotes.”
Marion hurried to gather them and then followed after Deacon as he exited the office.The administration floor was sparse, only a few cubicles without chairs.No computers.No papers.No personal touches at all.It looked as if no one worked there.She’d been hoping to find some proof that Peter was there, waiting in some body bag to beprocessed.The word made her shudder.
Deacon’s hooves where quiet on the industrial-grade carpet.Silently, they made their way, searching for the exit.
“I think the stairway is our best bet,” he said.
“What about those people?”
He shook his head.“There’s nothing we can do right now.I won’t risk you being taken and ending up like them.”
Marion knew he was right.The fear she’d been pushing away hit her in full force.She wanted to march into the interior, save the people, and burn the place down.But she couldn’t do that.Not if they were to make it out alive.Did that make her a coward?Would she be able to live with herself?
She sent out a silent promise.I vow you’ll be avenged.
They turned down one hallway then another, and once they reached the stairwell, Marion was able to take a breath of relief.Deacon shifted back to human, and she made sure to keep her eyes trained on his face as he dressed.Once fully clothed again, they hurried down the stairs and emerged out of the emergency door they had entered.
“Come on,” he urged.“We gotta make a run for it.We’re lucky it was only three workers.”
They raced back across the clearing, and Marion’s heart thundered in her ears.Any moment she expected to be shot, but they made it safely to the shadow of the trees.They didn’t stop, continuing until they reached Deacon’s car.Throwing themselves into it, moments later they were hauling ass back the way they came.
Chapter Eleven
