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Seryn stopped, forcing Todd to stop, too. He heard footsteps, but he wasn't sure where they were coming from. Sound echoed in the tunnels.
Seryn chanted and grabbed Todd's arm, pulling him back until they were against the wall. They'd blend in.
The man appeared just ahead, coming out from where the tunnel split off. He had a gun in a holster on his belt but didn't reach for it. It seemed he had some sort of mission.
Seryn met Todd's gaze and put a finger to his lips.
Todd nodded in understanding.
Seryn reached into his coat and pulled out a knife. He tried to be as silent as possible, removing it from its sheath.
Todd's eyes widened when he saw it. As soon as the man passed them, Seryn grabbed him from behind. He held the knifeto his throat. He made a tiny cut on the man's neck, letting him know he could do worse if he didn't get what he wanted.
"You're going to tell me where to find Mitchell Burke." Seryn whispered in his ear.
The man grew tense, his body stiffening. He held his hands up, surrendering, at least for the moment.
"Who are you?" Questioning Seryn meant one of two things. Either Seryn had scared him, but not as much as he should be, or he was arrogant, thinking he had the upper hand somehow. Either way, Seryn didn't have time to go rounds with an idiot.
He ran the blade across his neck, hitting the jugular.
The guard panicked at first. He tried to hold the blood in, but there was too much. He lost tension, sagging against Seryn.
Seryn sheathed the knife.
It was only after he finished he noticed Todd pressed against the wall with a hand over his mouth. He shook as he stared at the dead guard where he lay on the concrete.
When Seryn grabbed his arm, he flinched and tried to pull away. "There might be more of them coming."
"You're going to kill again?" Todd stared at Seryn as if he was seeing him for the first time.
"I'm going to kill every single person who has ever hurt my mate." It wasn't a threat, but a promise. And he intended to keep it.
Seryn had to pull Todd along, but he eventually kept up.
"Who are you, really?" That it took so long for Todd to ask said a lot about Todd's survival mechanisms and it wasn't good.
"My name is Seryn. I kill people for a living," Seryn whispered close to Todd's ear.
Another guard came out of another tunnel.
A woman in a white lab coat followed him. "Niall knows I'm not a medical doctor."
"Yeah." The guard smirked.
"I'm a chemist." In charge of making some sort of drug to sell to the masses, no doubt.
"All we need is something for the pain. He needs to fight." They were talking about Mitchell.
Tears pricked his eyes. He hadn't felt emotion in so long. He wasn't sure when the last time was. Maybe when his foster father subjected him to one of his punishments. He still remembered what had happened the first time he'd cried. He'd never forget that level of pain.
If he let them, tears would fall. He didn't have time to dissect the reasons for them. He let rage take hold, but kept a leash on it, telling himself he needed the chemist and the guard alive long enough for them to lead him to Mitchell.
"How would I know what to give the poor guy? I could kill him, and I don't have pain meds."
"Your job is to make drugs. He just must be chill and alert enough to win the fight. Afterward, he could die for all Davorion cares. Davorion has a lot riding on him this time. More than every fight before." The guard turned to her and grinned. "I'm betting on him winning, too."
Seryn had a gun with a silencer in the deepest pocket. He held the handle with his free hand.
