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kinds of psychotic crazy, filled with rage and madness. He
grabbed Liam by the shirt, pulling him forward until he slammed against the bars. Liam didn’t fight. Didn’t
rip the mask from the bastard’s face as he so desperately wanted to. He just let him beat him against the
bars.
Whatever was needed. He wouldn’t risk Ava by grabbing him too soon and having the man fight him
back. So she had the best chance at escape, he had to wait for the perfect moment. This man may be
Dserted , but he was still a shifter. Hard to kill, and strong as a fucking ox.
When Ava pushed to her feet, she glanced at him with tears in her eyes.
Then she bolted from the room.
The fall of her running footsteps caught the guy’s attention. Liam latched onto the man’s forearms,
dragging him forward until he could bear hug him against the cage. He thrashed against Liam’s grip. Ripped
at his hair.
“No!” the man screamed, grabbing hold of the sides of Liam’s face, trying to shove his thumbs in his
eyes.
The pain caused Liam to yell out, but he held firm. The guy then grabbed the back of Liam’s head and
brought his forehead crashing against the bars. Ringing sounded in his ears as his grip loosened and he fell
to one knee, his fingers still trying to clutch at his captor. But the impact had been enough. The masked man
tore from Liam’s grasp and flew out of the room.
Furious at himself for the moment of weakness, terrified he hadn’t given her enough time, Liam
bellowed and shook bars.
“Run, Ava! Run! ”
…
Liam’s yell sounded far in the distance but the warning echoed in Ava’s ears as if he’d screamed them at
her in the same room.
Their captor was coming for her.
Fear closed her throat as she ran. She was in a maze of halls lined with doors. Left, right, left. She
couldn’t make sense of where she was. How to get out? Everything looked the same. Abandoned. Dingy.
Lifeless.
Just as she and Liam would be if she didn’t escape and find help.
The bastard’s racing footsteps came closer. A scream involuntarily erupted out of her mouth, her terror
too much to contain—terror for herself…and for Liam. She had to get out . Had to save him. Had to end
this nightmare.
Hide.
Her steps slowed, then clarity returned. No. Run.
She wasn’t dealing with humans, but with shifters. They had powers. He’d hear her panting, smell her
fear. Find her, no matter how well she believed she was hidden.
Legs propelling her as they never had before, she raced forward. A stitch cramped her side, making
breathing difficult, but she ignored it as hope bloomed in her chest when she rounded a corner. An Exit
sign became a beacon to freedom.
She shoved through the door below it. A stairwell! Down was out. It had to be.
Just as she made it to the third floor, a door crashed against the wall above her. Terror caused her to
miss a step and she lost her balance. She fell down the remaining three steps, landing hard on her side on
the second floor. Agony radiated up her ankle, but she scrambled back to her feet, rushing down the
remaining stairs, pain stabbing with every step.
The thudding of his feet and the erratic beat of her heart thumping in her ears were the only sounds she
registered. When she reached the bottom landing, she slammed out the stairwell door into a lobby. Sunlight
hit her face and she let out a relieved cry. She raced for the glass door.
Raced for freedom.
Just as she pushed through to the outside, she heard him burst out of the stairwell.
The bellow of rage from behind her had her responding with a terrified scream as she stumbled down
the cement entry stairs.
She hadn’t gotten this close to freedom to be taken again. She searched …for what? Someone to help?
There was no one. Nothing but dirt and trees in the distance.
Intent on getting out of the open, she darted toward the trees. In the open she had no chance. But
among the trees she could hopefully weave around enough to throw
grabbed Liam by the shirt, pulling him forward until he slammed against the bars. Liam didn’t fight. Didn’t
rip the mask from the bastard’s face as he so desperately wanted to. He just let him beat him against the
bars.
Whatever was needed. He wouldn’t risk Ava by grabbing him too soon and having the man fight him
back. So she had the best chance at escape, he had to wait for the perfect moment. This man may be
Dserted , but he was still a shifter. Hard to kill, and strong as a fucking ox.
When Ava pushed to her feet, she glanced at him with tears in her eyes.
Then she bolted from the room.
The fall of her running footsteps caught the guy’s attention. Liam latched onto the man’s forearms,
dragging him forward until he could bear hug him against the cage. He thrashed against Liam’s grip. Ripped
at his hair.
“No!” the man screamed, grabbing hold of the sides of Liam’s face, trying to shove his thumbs in his
eyes.
The pain caused Liam to yell out, but he held firm. The guy then grabbed the back of Liam’s head and
brought his forehead crashing against the bars. Ringing sounded in his ears as his grip loosened and he fell
to one knee, his fingers still trying to clutch at his captor. But the impact had been enough. The masked man
tore from Liam’s grasp and flew out of the room.
Furious at himself for the moment of weakness, terrified he hadn’t given her enough time, Liam
bellowed and shook bars.
“Run, Ava! Run! ”
…
Liam’s yell sounded far in the distance but the warning echoed in Ava’s ears as if he’d screamed them at
her in the same room.
Their captor was coming for her.
Fear closed her throat as she ran. She was in a maze of halls lined with doors. Left, right, left. She
couldn’t make sense of where she was. How to get out? Everything looked the same. Abandoned. Dingy.
Lifeless.
Just as she and Liam would be if she didn’t escape and find help.
The bastard’s racing footsteps came closer. A scream involuntarily erupted out of her mouth, her terror
too much to contain—terror for herself…and for Liam. She had to get out . Had to save him. Had to end
this nightmare.
Hide.
Her steps slowed, then clarity returned. No. Run.
She wasn’t dealing with humans, but with shifters. They had powers. He’d hear her panting, smell her
fear. Find her, no matter how well she believed she was hidden.
Legs propelling her as they never had before, she raced forward. A stitch cramped her side, making
breathing difficult, but she ignored it as hope bloomed in her chest when she rounded a corner. An Exit
sign became a beacon to freedom.
She shoved through the door below it. A stairwell! Down was out. It had to be.
Just as she made it to the third floor, a door crashed against the wall above her. Terror caused her to
miss a step and she lost her balance. She fell down the remaining three steps, landing hard on her side on
the second floor. Agony radiated up her ankle, but she scrambled back to her feet, rushing down the
remaining stairs, pain stabbing with every step.
The thudding of his feet and the erratic beat of her heart thumping in her ears were the only sounds she
registered. When she reached the bottom landing, she slammed out the stairwell door into a lobby. Sunlight
hit her face and she let out a relieved cry. She raced for the glass door.
Raced for freedom.
Just as she pushed through to the outside, she heard him burst out of the stairwell.
The bellow of rage from behind her had her responding with a terrified scream as she stumbled down
the cement entry stairs.
She hadn’t gotten this close to freedom to be taken again. She searched …for what? Someone to help?
There was no one. Nothing but dirt and trees in the distance.
Intent on getting out of the open, she darted toward the trees. In the open she had no chance. But
among the trees she could hopefully weave around enough to throw
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