Page 44 of Demon Huntress
Edwards left the building, and Flash had to follow. He couldn’t lose him or, worse, miss something that was vital to their mission. He didn’t like the idea of being farther from the others, but he didn't have a choice.
Once he was outside, Edwards continued around to the rear employee patio. Then Edwards turned to him, and it was clear he knew he'd been followed. Flash sucked in a deep breath and internally groaned.
Edwards didn’t speak. He just shifted into his rhino form and pounded his front hoof into the ground.
"Shit," Flash mumbled as Edwards charged him at full speed. Flash dove to the side, feeling the breeze from the passing rhino.
Edwards snorted as he turned around, shaking his head angrily. He ground his hoof into the grass before springing forward again.
Flash pulled himself to his feet, knowing he wasn’t supposed to engage. But damn, it was hard. It was supposed to be easy. This wasn't.
His anger simmered to the top, and he had a hard time keeping it contained. Why did he have to stay in human form and avoid getting his ass beat?
The rhino raced toward him and, this time, hit him. Flash flew backward, slamming into a picnic table for employees to eat lunch outside. It splintered, and the rhino snorted, pleased with himself. It only pissed Flash off more.
The beast ran at him again, and Flash grabbed a part of the table and chucked it at the animal. It hit Edwards on the side of his face, slowing him down and making him veer off to the side, slamming into a tree.
His temper was heating. He could only hope that Cassandra and Slade’s part was going smoothly.
"Edwards, give it up," he growled. "We know your plot, and it's not going to work. You are making a big mistake if you try to go through with this."
Edwards snorted and charged, and Flash threw another piece of the table. He wanted to shift and rip the animal apart. He was losing control. How could he not?
This man was part of a plan that would hurt millions of people already hurting. Those depressed and desperate were dangling on fishing lines by these bastards.
Flash didn’t know how much blood was already on this demon’s hands, but if they went through with their scheme, there would be a hell of a lot more. He couldn't allow that to happen.
Suddenly, something from above slammed into Edwards, smashing him hard into the dirt. The ground shook as Flash lost his footing but caught himself.
A body bounced, landing next to him. He watched Slade roll over with a groan.
What the fuck?
"I had this under control,” Flash griped. “You didn't need to fly to the rescue." He threw his hands up. He glanced at Edwards, who was out, which he was grateful for. "Where is Cassandra?"
Slade blinked and looked up at him with a horrified expression. Flash realized Slade hadn’t jumped in to help him.
Flash looked up, taking in the glass that was following him and the large hole in a window on the top level. His stomach flipped.
Slade didn't choose to lend his body to help here. From the looks, his ass got pushed out of that window. Flash swallowed and looked at him. This was bad. Cassandra was still in the building alone with Crenshaw.
"What the fuck happened?" he growled, knowing his anger was nothing compared to what it was about to be. If Cassandra was in that building alone, god only knows what would happen to her.
Actually, he knew what would happen to her. He'd lived it and wouldn't wish it upon even the nastiest human beings on the planet. The needles, the mind games, and the drugs that were pumped through his body. He had been in hell.
Slade tried to get up but failed. His legs trembled, and his arms shook. It was understandable why. He just fell out of a building. Correction, he was thrown. Any normal human would be dead. He'd have some bruises in the future.
"Slade! Where is Cassandra? What the fuck happened up there?" He ran his hands through his hair, already envisioning seven different scenarios.
Slade finally pulled himself up. He was about to say something that was going to infuriate Flash.
Slade’s eyes wavered. "He caught us off guard. Cassandra had it under control until she didn't. I tried to tackle him, and he threw me out the window. He has Cassandra." He shook his head. "We need to get back in there before it's too late."
Rage filled him, and he wanted to take it out on Slade for a split second. How could he allow this to happen? They had a plan. And even if the plan went wrong, they were never to leave her alone. She was their mate.
But yet, his part didn't work out either, so he couldn’t be mad. Correction, he couldn’t be mad at his partner.
Flash shifted, his bones snapping and his muscles lengthening. He roared and raced into the building. Slade was behind him, lagging a little. Flash stormed through the doors, and demon-possessed guards glared at them. There had to be at least a dozen of them.
