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me?”
“You don’t. You have to do it my way. You have no choice.”
I was sick of not having choices. For the last several days, I’d been bullied by Levy and Hayworth, and I was seriously sick of always surrendering to other people’s wishes. And now Mac wanted to pull the same game, too? I didn’t think so. Na-ah. No freaking way.
I pretended I was going along with Mac’s threat. I entered my personal ID code and gained access into Orient Fevre’s computer mainframe. The Artificial Intelligence roused from its semi-stasis condition because of the lockdown mode and asked me what I wanted to do. I said I wanted to open the ventilator hatch. It asked me the override code. I punched the seventeen-digit emergency override code and paused just before the last one.
I looked at Mac.“ Where’s the detonator?”
He growled with impatience. “The deal is you open this fucking hatch and I’ll give you the fucking detonator.”
“I need to see that fucking detonator first, you fucking asshole!”
Mac retaliated by swinging the butt of his plasma rifle at my head. Only, I’d anticipated his move this time. I ducked and the rifle swung past me and smashed into the reader pad. It cracked with a small electric explosion. Totally fried.
Mac flipped out.“ Look what you did, you cunt! Now I’m going to kill you.”
I shifted into my animal form before he could assault me some more. I didn’t care if he blew me up. Orient Fevre wouldn’t suffer much if he ignited the explosive-rigged vest I wore. But Mac was so worked up with his rifle, he didn’t have the chance to blow the vest up. It fell into the steel-grid flooring system with a loud thud. So did my clothes. Hybrids didn’t magically convert clothes into their animal form when they shifted.
I leapt onto the railing as Mac blasted his rifle at me. I cat-walked on the pipe before I jumped in his direction, and partially shifted back. I clawed his face. Nice and sweet.
He howled in rage. His rifle fired wildly before he stopped to inspect the damage I’d caused him. I seized the golden opportunity to sink my fist into his face. That one was for breaking my heart, cheating on me with some skank, and for all the lies he’d shoved down my throat. A sick crunching sound echoed in the cluttered space. Blood splattered my face and arm. I growled and lunged at him, knocking both of us onto the hatch’s landing. His plasma rifle fell from his hand as I put my knee on his stomach. He heaved for air. One of his hands grabbed my hair and smashed my head against the railings.
I shouted. Red and white sparks blinded my peripheral vision. Sometimes, I forgot how strong Mac was. He might not have been a hybrid, but he was a man. Naturally, men were stronger than women.
He grabbed my throat and choked me until the air around me started thinning. I gurgled, unable to breathe. A flash of panic flared across my mind before my old combat instinct kicked in.
“How d’you like this, bitch? You like playing rough? Is this the kink you’ve always wanted?”
He tightened his grip and I started to get light-headed. The world gathered to darkness. I made a split-second decision on a counter-assault and blindly plunged two fingers in the direction of his face. I hit a soft target—his eye—and I drove my fingers onward until I heard something sickening—a popping sound. I kept digging until he let go of his chokehold on me.
He staggered backward, his shrieks storming the engine room. I gasped for air, coughing my guts out. Luckily, he hadn’t crushed my larynx because I could still breathe and make sounds. I crawled to get his rifle. Before I could reach it, he lunged at me with a knife in his hand. I grabbed the blade before it speared into my heart.
“Die, bitch, die!”
I struggled to keep the knife away from my chest. The sharp edge cut through my palms and fingers. Blood trailed to my arms and chest like rivulets of red rain. The knife inched closer to my chest. I
“You don’t. You have to do it my way. You have no choice.”
I was sick of not having choices. For the last several days, I’d been bullied by Levy and Hayworth, and I was seriously sick of always surrendering to other people’s wishes. And now Mac wanted to pull the same game, too? I didn’t think so. Na-ah. No freaking way.
I pretended I was going along with Mac’s threat. I entered my personal ID code and gained access into Orient Fevre’s computer mainframe. The Artificial Intelligence roused from its semi-stasis condition because of the lockdown mode and asked me what I wanted to do. I said I wanted to open the ventilator hatch. It asked me the override code. I punched the seventeen-digit emergency override code and paused just before the last one.
I looked at Mac.“ Where’s the detonator?”
He growled with impatience. “The deal is you open this fucking hatch and I’ll give you the fucking detonator.”
“I need to see that fucking detonator first, you fucking asshole!”
Mac retaliated by swinging the butt of his plasma rifle at my head. Only, I’d anticipated his move this time. I ducked and the rifle swung past me and smashed into the reader pad. It cracked with a small electric explosion. Totally fried.
Mac flipped out.“ Look what you did, you cunt! Now I’m going to kill you.”
I shifted into my animal form before he could assault me some more. I didn’t care if he blew me up. Orient Fevre wouldn’t suffer much if he ignited the explosive-rigged vest I wore. But Mac was so worked up with his rifle, he didn’t have the chance to blow the vest up. It fell into the steel-grid flooring system with a loud thud. So did my clothes. Hybrids didn’t magically convert clothes into their animal form when they shifted.
I leapt onto the railing as Mac blasted his rifle at me. I cat-walked on the pipe before I jumped in his direction, and partially shifted back. I clawed his face. Nice and sweet.
He howled in rage. His rifle fired wildly before he stopped to inspect the damage I’d caused him. I seized the golden opportunity to sink my fist into his face. That one was for breaking my heart, cheating on me with some skank, and for all the lies he’d shoved down my throat. A sick crunching sound echoed in the cluttered space. Blood splattered my face and arm. I growled and lunged at him, knocking both of us onto the hatch’s landing. His plasma rifle fell from his hand as I put my knee on his stomach. He heaved for air. One of his hands grabbed my hair and smashed my head against the railings.
I shouted. Red and white sparks blinded my peripheral vision. Sometimes, I forgot how strong Mac was. He might not have been a hybrid, but he was a man. Naturally, men were stronger than women.
He grabbed my throat and choked me until the air around me started thinning. I gurgled, unable to breathe. A flash of panic flared across my mind before my old combat instinct kicked in.
“How d’you like this, bitch? You like playing rough? Is this the kink you’ve always wanted?”
He tightened his grip and I started to get light-headed. The world gathered to darkness. I made a split-second decision on a counter-assault and blindly plunged two fingers in the direction of his face. I hit a soft target—his eye—and I drove my fingers onward until I heard something sickening—a popping sound. I kept digging until he let go of his chokehold on me.
He staggered backward, his shrieks storming the engine room. I gasped for air, coughing my guts out. Luckily, he hadn’t crushed my larynx because I could still breathe and make sounds. I crawled to get his rifle. Before I could reach it, he lunged at me with a knife in his hand. I grabbed the blade before it speared into my heart.
“Die, bitch, die!”
I struggled to keep the knife away from my chest. The sharp edge cut through my palms and fingers. Blood trailed to my arms and chest like rivulets of red rain. The knife inched closer to my chest. I
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