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Hammer and Maura joined them, their guards up, eyes scrutinizing the space looking for traps.
“If I were to guess,” Amara said in a clipped voice, “I’d say it was an alarm of some kind, perhaps alerting them to our presence.”
“Doesn’t seem like anyone’s been here in a long time.”
“I learned a long time ago, never discount fanatics.”
“Is that what we’re dealing with?” Maura asked and moved closer to Hammer until their arms touched and they laced their fingers together.
Amara shook her head. “Worse. They’re extremists posing as brainy nerds using people to further their own sick agendas.”
Oliver blew out a breath and ran a hand through his hair, which had come undone to hang in long waves down his back. “What do they want?”
Amara hung her head and blocked the horrific torment and maniacal glee in which the scientists had pried her open to study her genetics. “Eternal life, I expect, though they didn’t exactly fill me in on their grand plans while they ripped me apart to watch me humpty myself back together again.”
Oliver snapped his lips closed and said, “Sorry I asked.”
Anger whipped through Amara. Anger at the people who’d taken her, anger at herself for being so weak and helpless she couldn’t stop them, and anger at Oliver for being so fucking charming and caring and sexy. Anger at her sister and Hammer for being in love when she was so fucking broken she wasn’t even sure she’d be capable of connecting with another, ever. Long, sharp claws extended from the skin in between her fingers, and she released the torrent of pent up emotions at the walls, ground, desks, and anything else that was in her sight. A haze of red washed over her vision and instead of fighting it like she usually did, she unleashed.
The others backed up and pressed themselves against the wall, but in her rage Amara still heard Oliver ask if they should try and stop her from destroying the warehouse and alerting the police to their breaking and entering.
“Leave her alone, she needs to get this out or she won’t be able to heal.”
All the wrath she’d stuffed down, swallowed whole, and chewed on for almost a year reared to the surface, firing her skin so hot she wondered if anyone did touch her, if they’d burn into ashes. For a good ten minutes Amara went to town on the place where mad scientists probably did the same to others that they’d done to her. For all of them, for herself, or for the others yet to come, Amara destroyed their place and left a note that they were coming for them scratched into the walls.
All of them. And they’d better run.
Hunting and chasing were much more fun when the prey ran and smelled of fear. It was the humans’ turn to taste the distress. Revenge, as they say, was a dish best served cold.
She glanced at their small party and thought, and with friends.
10 Chapter Ten
The thick air was pregnant with dark thoughts as their small party made it to the garage and found the van on the second level parked close to the stairwell under bright lights. Oliver had to laugh at the prospect. It wasn’t like they were humans who were scared to walk alone at night. He supposed it was pretense though, and part of their cover.
Hammer unlocked the doors with the click of a button, and as Maura sidled into the front seat, Amara and Oliver piled in the back.
“Well, isn’t this cozy,” Amara murmured.
The rear of the van was empty except for some metal shelving attached to one of the walls. Oliver shut the door and sat down with his back against the other wall. He shrugged when Amara sat down next to him and stretched her long, thick legs out straight.
“Hard to toss bodies inside when there are seats, so we got rid of them.”
“The bodies or the seats?”
He sent her a sexy smirk. “Both.”
She shook her head and smiled for a second before her face hardened by whatever thoughts had just twisted her up.
“Ready to go home?” Hammer said and
“If I were to guess,” Amara said in a clipped voice, “I’d say it was an alarm of some kind, perhaps alerting them to our presence.”
“Doesn’t seem like anyone’s been here in a long time.”
“I learned a long time ago, never discount fanatics.”
“Is that what we’re dealing with?” Maura asked and moved closer to Hammer until their arms touched and they laced their fingers together.
Amara shook her head. “Worse. They’re extremists posing as brainy nerds using people to further their own sick agendas.”
Oliver blew out a breath and ran a hand through his hair, which had come undone to hang in long waves down his back. “What do they want?”
Amara hung her head and blocked the horrific torment and maniacal glee in which the scientists had pried her open to study her genetics. “Eternal life, I expect, though they didn’t exactly fill me in on their grand plans while they ripped me apart to watch me humpty myself back together again.”
Oliver snapped his lips closed and said, “Sorry I asked.”
Anger whipped through Amara. Anger at the people who’d taken her, anger at herself for being so weak and helpless she couldn’t stop them, and anger at Oliver for being so fucking charming and caring and sexy. Anger at her sister and Hammer for being in love when she was so fucking broken she wasn’t even sure she’d be capable of connecting with another, ever. Long, sharp claws extended from the skin in between her fingers, and she released the torrent of pent up emotions at the walls, ground, desks, and anything else that was in her sight. A haze of red washed over her vision and instead of fighting it like she usually did, she unleashed.
The others backed up and pressed themselves against the wall, but in her rage Amara still heard Oliver ask if they should try and stop her from destroying the warehouse and alerting the police to their breaking and entering.
“Leave her alone, she needs to get this out or she won’t be able to heal.”
All the wrath she’d stuffed down, swallowed whole, and chewed on for almost a year reared to the surface, firing her skin so hot she wondered if anyone did touch her, if they’d burn into ashes. For a good ten minutes Amara went to town on the place where mad scientists probably did the same to others that they’d done to her. For all of them, for herself, or for the others yet to come, Amara destroyed their place and left a note that they were coming for them scratched into the walls.
All of them. And they’d better run.
Hunting and chasing were much more fun when the prey ran and smelled of fear. It was the humans’ turn to taste the distress. Revenge, as they say, was a dish best served cold.
She glanced at their small party and thought, and with friends.
10 Chapter Ten
The thick air was pregnant with dark thoughts as their small party made it to the garage and found the van on the second level parked close to the stairwell under bright lights. Oliver had to laugh at the prospect. It wasn’t like they were humans who were scared to walk alone at night. He supposed it was pretense though, and part of their cover.
Hammer unlocked the doors with the click of a button, and as Maura sidled into the front seat, Amara and Oliver piled in the back.
“Well, isn’t this cozy,” Amara murmured.
The rear of the van was empty except for some metal shelving attached to one of the walls. Oliver shut the door and sat down with his back against the other wall. He shrugged when Amara sat down next to him and stretched her long, thick legs out straight.
“Hard to toss bodies inside when there are seats, so we got rid of them.”
“The bodies or the seats?”
He sent her a sexy smirk. “Both.”
She shook her head and smiled for a second before her face hardened by whatever thoughts had just twisted her up.
“Ready to go home?” Hammer said and
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