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He smiled when the guard started fighting him. Seryn held a knife, the pointed end pressing against his chest right over his heart. "I took anatomy in high school."
"What the fuck do you want?"
"The keys."
The guard sighed. "I'll tell you. Just don't kill me."
Seryn smiled. "The keys."
"Right pocket."
Seryn pressed the knife into the man's chest. The shock was apparent, but terror replaced it and then he gurgled as the blood left his heart.
Seryn pulled the knife out, wiping the blade across on the guy's pants as he dug through his pockets and pulled out a set of keys.
He brought them over to Mitchell's cell. "Which one?"
It was clear Mitchell was in pain as he stood next to the cell door. "The second silver one."
Seryn unlocked the door and then handed the keys to Todd. "Let the others out."
Todd nodded, taking the keys.
Mitchell exited the cell, limping a bit as he stepped toward Seryn.
"Are you hurt?"
"The bullet grazed me." Seryn was pretty sure of that but couldn't be one hundred percent certain because he hadn't looked. It stung but didn't cause him pain beyond that. "You?"
"I'll need a doctor." The need for medical attention made the situation more urgent. Seryn knew it was the case but something about the confirmation clouded his thoughts.
Seryn nodded.
Mitchell met his gaze as if he were studying Seryn. "Who are you?"
"My name is Kamden Lange. Everyone calls me Seryn. Your brother sent me." Sort of. Daruss sent Seryn on Jude's behalf, so it was the same thing.
"Jude?" Tears gathered in Mitchell's eyes. "Is he safe?"
Seryn nodded. "We can call him and confirm. After we get out of here."
Seryn put an arm around Mitchell's waist for support, leading him back the way they had come.
Todd followed with the others.
Chapter Five
Maybe he'd died, and his version of heaven included an angel. There wasn't any other way to describe Kamden Lange, aka Seryn. He had dark hair and eyes that glowed blue whenever he looked at Mitchell. When he wasn't, they were a dark brown that seemed calculating. He was smaller than Mitchell, with lean muscles, and he was a good six inches shorter.
And he could throw fire as if it were a ball he tossed at an opponent, which was just about the weirdest thing Mitchell had ever seen in his entire life. And that dome thing. What the fuck was that? No. A better question was, where the hell did it come from?
Seryn/Kamden seemed strong enough to hold Mitchell up, even though Mitchell outweighed him by at least fifty pounds. Probably more. He practically carried Mitchell, which was another weird thing, although the weirdness factor was to a much lesser degree than the fireballs.
"You like the bath at my house better." And that was another thing. He said random crap, making little sense except it sort ofdid if Mitchell used his imagination. The weirdness factor was still off the charts.
"You get me out of here and I'll like anything you want, sweetheart. Especially a bath." Lord knew he needed one.
Kamden/Seryn chuckled. "So, if I tell you to like me, you would?"
