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Authors: Lynn Hagen
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needle, I’ll…I’ll make you pay. Rainerio will kill you for this!” Dillon shouted with vengeance.
The man chuckled. “I’ve been watching you. Where is your warrior? I haven’t seen him around in a week. I think he got what he wanted and left you high and dry.” The man tied a rubber tourniquet around Dillon’s upper arm. “I don’t think he’ll be saving you.”
Dillon screamed until his voice was hoarse, and nothing but a crackling sound was heard now. The sadistic bastard had jabbed him with that needle. He could feel his heart beating so hard, he thought it was going to explode.
He began to hyperventilate. Sweat broke out over his entire body.
A trickle rolled down the side of his face. The needle was taped into place as Dillon watched the clear tubes turn red with his blood. It ran from his arm into a large bag hanging from a pole, draining him. It was taking the very thing he needed to live.
Dillon watched in horror as the bag began to fill. He was no expert, but he knew it shouldn’t be draining him so quickly. Bile rose to the back of his throat as he became nauseous. Pinpricks stabbed him all over his body as the bag became heavier with his blood and his body became lighter. He felt weak, exhausted.
“I want to thank you ahead of time for your donation.” The man patted his shoulder as Dillon strained to keep his eyes open. His vision blurred, making it hard to see what was going on. How were they draining him so quickly?
Dillon licked his lips as his mouth began to dry out. A single tear slid down the side of his face as he wondered why Rainerio had deserted him. He had hoped in his heart that Rainerio actually cared for him. Dillon had been a fool. And to make matters worse, everyone thought he had returned to the human realm.
No one was going to save him. No one.
He blinked a few times, trying to make out the shadowy figures in the room. A light buzz began to ring in his head as Dillon fought to stay conscious. The temperature must have dropped in the room because he could feel his teeth chattering.
“ Dillon .”
He turned his head with great effort. He was so damn tired.
“ Dillon .”
Dillon heard the voice as if it were a far away echo. It was the last thing on his mind before he was swallowed by the darkness.
* * * *
Rainerio threw open cupboards and snatched open drawers, desperately looking for something to clamp off the tube. He found a pair of hemostats and attached them as he yanked the needle from Dillon’s arm.
Chaos reigned all around them as the warriors fought desperately to take down Marino and his men. When Peter had led them to Malcor’s, Rainerio knew this wasn’t going to be easy.
Marino, for some unknown reason, was immune to their powers.
Kane couldn’t freeze him, Hondo couldn’t burn him, and he could even see Einarr, who was presently invisible.
Rainerio, for the moment, ignored them all. His mate lay there unconscious, his life essence trapped in a fucking banana bag. He had no clue how to reverse this, how to return Dillon’s blood to his body.
“Phoenyx!” Rainerio shouted as he quickly unbuckled his mate from the straps that held him down. Dillon looked so fragile lying there unconscious. He didn’t look like he was close to death. He looked like he was in a peaceful sleep.
Rainerio could feel his muscles stretching, growing, as he began to double in size. His powers weren’t as handy as some of the other warriors’. No, his powers allowed him to double in size and take on the strength of ten men. The room quickly began to shrink as his body grew to a massive size. Rainerio laid his overly large hand on Dillon’s chest, feeling the faint but present beat to his heart. It wasn’t beating in a normal rhythm, but was struggling to continue giving Dillon life.
The redheaded warrior was at his side. He pulled Dillon’s shirt up, showing his slightly blue-tinged skin as he made a tiny incision in his chest, right above his heart.
The man chuckled. “I’ve been watching you. Where is your warrior? I haven’t seen him around in a week. I think he got what he wanted and left you high and dry.” The man tied a rubber tourniquet around Dillon’s upper arm. “I don’t think he’ll be saving you.”
Dillon screamed until his voice was hoarse, and nothing but a crackling sound was heard now. The sadistic bastard had jabbed him with that needle. He could feel his heart beating so hard, he thought it was going to explode.
He began to hyperventilate. Sweat broke out over his entire body.
A trickle rolled down the side of his face. The needle was taped into place as Dillon watched the clear tubes turn red with his blood. It ran from his arm into a large bag hanging from a pole, draining him. It was taking the very thing he needed to live.
Dillon watched in horror as the bag began to fill. He was no expert, but he knew it shouldn’t be draining him so quickly. Bile rose to the back of his throat as he became nauseous. Pinpricks stabbed him all over his body as the bag became heavier with his blood and his body became lighter. He felt weak, exhausted.
“I want to thank you ahead of time for your donation.” The man patted his shoulder as Dillon strained to keep his eyes open. His vision blurred, making it hard to see what was going on. How were they draining him so quickly?
Dillon licked his lips as his mouth began to dry out. A single tear slid down the side of his face as he wondered why Rainerio had deserted him. He had hoped in his heart that Rainerio actually cared for him. Dillon had been a fool. And to make matters worse, everyone thought he had returned to the human realm.
No one was going to save him. No one.
He blinked a few times, trying to make out the shadowy figures in the room. A light buzz began to ring in his head as Dillon fought to stay conscious. The temperature must have dropped in the room because he could feel his teeth chattering.
“ Dillon .”
He turned his head with great effort. He was so damn tired.
“ Dillon .”
Dillon heard the voice as if it were a far away echo. It was the last thing on his mind before he was swallowed by the darkness.
* * * *
Rainerio threw open cupboards and snatched open drawers, desperately looking for something to clamp off the tube. He found a pair of hemostats and attached them as he yanked the needle from Dillon’s arm.
Chaos reigned all around them as the warriors fought desperately to take down Marino and his men. When Peter had led them to Malcor’s, Rainerio knew this wasn’t going to be easy.
Marino, for some unknown reason, was immune to their powers.
Kane couldn’t freeze him, Hondo couldn’t burn him, and he could even see Einarr, who was presently invisible.
Rainerio, for the moment, ignored them all. His mate lay there unconscious, his life essence trapped in a fucking banana bag. He had no clue how to reverse this, how to return Dillon’s blood to his body.
“Phoenyx!” Rainerio shouted as he quickly unbuckled his mate from the straps that held him down. Dillon looked so fragile lying there unconscious. He didn’t look like he was close to death. He looked like he was in a peaceful sleep.
Rainerio could feel his muscles stretching, growing, as he began to double in size. His powers weren’t as handy as some of the other warriors’. No, his powers allowed him to double in size and take on the strength of ten men. The room quickly began to shrink as his body grew to a massive size. Rainerio laid his overly large hand on Dillon’s chest, feeling the faint but present beat to his heart. It wasn’t beating in a normal rhythm, but was struggling to continue giving Dillon life.
The redheaded warrior was at his side. He pulled Dillon’s shirt up, showing his slightly blue-tinged skin as he made a tiny incision in his chest, right above his heart.
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