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Todd stumbled, making a scraping noise on the concrete.
Seryn grabbed him, conjuring an invisibility spell.
The guard whipped around, pushing the doctor behind him. He had his hand on his holstered gun.
After not discovering anyone, the guard turned back to the doctor, and they started walking again. "Thought I heard something."
Seryn and Todd followed them until Seryn smelled his mate.Mitchell. My mate.He smelled like vanilla ice cream and strawberries.
But it was the blood that made Seryn go crazy. Visions flashed through his mind. Mitchell on his back, naked in bed. Seryn's hands on Mitchell's wide chest, riding him. Kissing. Seryn holding on to Mitchell from behind while on a motorcycle.
He shot the guard and the doctor through the back of their heads. The silencer didn't keep the sound perfectly silent. They never did. But it was nothing more than a puff as if he'd pushed air out of a tub at a high velocity.
Todd cried out, pulling his arm away from Seryn. He covered his mouth.
Seryn let him go. "Stay behind me."
Seryn wasn't sure he knew what was real or a vision, but he knew every single one of the visions centered around Mitchell. Nothing had changed from the moment Mitchell popped into his mind.
Mitchell fought with someone. Seryn wasn't sure who. He'd never met the person, but Seryn would kill him for hurting his mate.
Seryn shot at the person. But the scene changed when Todd yelled for Seryn to stop, that no one was there. But as soon as they turned right, he saw someone standing in the aisle.
Someone pulled a gun, pointing at Seryn, which told him the spell was gone. The man dressed differently than the guards, wearing a gray tailored suit. He was a vampire. Seryn knew because his eyes glowed red.
Davorion.
"Todd." He snapped the name out of his mouth, flashing his fangs at Todd as if he would use them to drain Todd's blood. His anger came through in waves.
Seryn got a shot off first. Davorion fell backward, hitting his head. He lost consciousness but he wasn't dead. Still, he wasn't an immediate threat either..
He focused on the cells. Mitchell was in one of them. Likely the one Davorion stood next to.
And there Mitchell was. He'd sat up, probably curious about all the commotion. When their gazes met, a vision slammed into Seryn. Of Mitchell carrying Seryn. Seryn felt the pain in real time as if it had just happened. Even though he knew it hadn't.
Seryn smiled even though the emotion he'd pushed down before welled in his chest, rising into his throat. He couldn't swallow it down. It stayed there, threatening to spill. "You cradle me when I'm in your arms."
Despite the bruises and cuts, and the dried blood on his face, he still returned the smile. His lip was swollen, so he lisped when he spoke. "That makes sense. You're an angel."
Maybe he knew Seryn was there to help. Seryn didn't scare him. That much was clear. If it was instinct that told him Seryn was no threat to him, Mitchell had good ones.
"You called me an angel."
"Seryn!" Todd's distress had Seryn turning in time to see five guards coming at them.
He shot two in quick succession and pushed Todd toward Mitchell's cell.
One of them returned fire. The bullet stung his right side, but he only registered the pain for a moment before he pushed it away.
He dropped the gun and pulled up his magic. His favorite thing to use was fire because he could call upon it with ease. He gathered fire as big as bowling balls, throwing it at the guard who shot him. He threw another, setting the fourth guard on fire. A gun went off again.
Seryn covered himself with a dome.
The last guy gave a war cry right before he ran at Seryn, pulling the trigger in quick secession. The bullets ricocheted off the dome.
Seryn waited for the guard to get close enough. When he was within reach, Seryn let the dome disappear. He pushed the man back with as much energy as he could. It sent the man flying backward several feet. He landed on his back. The gun clattering across the pavement.
Seryn was on the man before he caught his breath.
