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eyes shut. Her relief was overwhelming, but her suspicion also threatened to take over. “You can’t be serious. It was all an act ? This… it was all an act…” she trailed off, a loss for words.
Only an inhumane man could risk the lives of innocents just to achieve his goals.
Nicolas sighed and removed his foot from her back. “I hadn’t thought he’d be foolish enough to send his pack of puppets away. It’s moving along more quickly than I anticipated. You will stay here and I will retrieve Cole.”
At the proclamation, Hayden lunged up from the ground, grabbing the edge of Nicolas’ coat. “I’m coming with you,” she hissed fiercely. “I don’t trust you with him.”
He hardly looked threatened and every bit frustrated. Assessing her blood-covered form, and her delirious eyes, Nicolas stepped forward and grabbed her around the throat.
She tensed and squirmed, but he tightened his grip. He lifted her from the ground with ridiculous ease, the toes of her boots just brushing the ground.
“I am on a short schedule,” he informed, a snarl lacing his words. “My charade can only go on so long before Celeste catches wind of my presence here. There are men underground in the hideout that could and will pose a threat to both you and I if they learn about my deceit. It will be easier to extract Cole if I go alone.”
Hayden curled her hands around his wrists. How had he fooled Tracer in the first place? Hadn’t Celeste informed him and all her men that Nicolas was now the enemy?
“Cole is recovering,” Nicolas suddenly reassured. “I tried to wean him off the silver last night when I arrived. He will still be out of it for a few days, with all the drugs in his system, but he’s cognitive enough to follow me out of the base.”
She released his hands at the admission. He was telling the truth. She knew.
Her connection with Cole was faint, but it was stronger now than it was since Celeste abducted him. It could only mean that Nicolas really had weaned Cole off the silver poisoning.
“Stay,” Nicolas ordered more firmly after releasing her neck. “Considering the trouble you attract, it would be best if you don’t move .”
Hayden simply watched him, her emotions haywire. Instead of meeting her gaze, Nicolas lowered his eyes and counted the number of bullets in his gun. Clearly satisfied with the amount, he snapped the magazine closed and headed towards the entrance of the compound.
He never glanced back.
She released a suffering breath, refusing to get her hopes up. She’d been faced with enough roadblocks to know nothing ran as smoothly as expected.
Numbly, she glanced around at the bloody field, staring at all the fallen bodies. Her eyes zeroed in on a crumpled figure, dressed in a familiar leather jacket with a long, sword lying next to his lifeless hand. A gold band glittered on his left ring finger, bringing with it the horrible realization of the man’s identity.
Hayden slowly advanced forward, trying not to look too closely at the decapitated head. She issued a choked sob, her face crumbling. She hardly knew him, yet she mourned his loss.
Jax must have been the first and only werewolf to follow her when she attacked Tracer’s puppets. He’d had her back, just as he’d promised. She hadn’t known he was so close behind her. She’d been blinded by her rage.
There was someone inside the rogue compound that loved this man and relied on him to save her. There were many someones inside the compound that had their chance of a rescue taken from them because of Nicolas’ brilliant scheme of backstabbing.
Bending down, she picked up the sword that belonged to Jax’s wife. She considered taking it, but then thought better of it. Her guilt would make it too heavy to carry. She felt responsible for Jax’s death and she wouldn’t be able to properly honor the sword.
It belonged besides him, even in death.
She curled Jax’s lifeless fingers around the hilt of the sword, making
Only an inhumane man could risk the lives of innocents just to achieve his goals.
Nicolas sighed and removed his foot from her back. “I hadn’t thought he’d be foolish enough to send his pack of puppets away. It’s moving along more quickly than I anticipated. You will stay here and I will retrieve Cole.”
At the proclamation, Hayden lunged up from the ground, grabbing the edge of Nicolas’ coat. “I’m coming with you,” she hissed fiercely. “I don’t trust you with him.”
He hardly looked threatened and every bit frustrated. Assessing her blood-covered form, and her delirious eyes, Nicolas stepped forward and grabbed her around the throat.
She tensed and squirmed, but he tightened his grip. He lifted her from the ground with ridiculous ease, the toes of her boots just brushing the ground.
“I am on a short schedule,” he informed, a snarl lacing his words. “My charade can only go on so long before Celeste catches wind of my presence here. There are men underground in the hideout that could and will pose a threat to both you and I if they learn about my deceit. It will be easier to extract Cole if I go alone.”
Hayden curled her hands around his wrists. How had he fooled Tracer in the first place? Hadn’t Celeste informed him and all her men that Nicolas was now the enemy?
“Cole is recovering,” Nicolas suddenly reassured. “I tried to wean him off the silver last night when I arrived. He will still be out of it for a few days, with all the drugs in his system, but he’s cognitive enough to follow me out of the base.”
She released his hands at the admission. He was telling the truth. She knew.
Her connection with Cole was faint, but it was stronger now than it was since Celeste abducted him. It could only mean that Nicolas really had weaned Cole off the silver poisoning.
“Stay,” Nicolas ordered more firmly after releasing her neck. “Considering the trouble you attract, it would be best if you don’t move .”
Hayden simply watched him, her emotions haywire. Instead of meeting her gaze, Nicolas lowered his eyes and counted the number of bullets in his gun. Clearly satisfied with the amount, he snapped the magazine closed and headed towards the entrance of the compound.
He never glanced back.
She released a suffering breath, refusing to get her hopes up. She’d been faced with enough roadblocks to know nothing ran as smoothly as expected.
Numbly, she glanced around at the bloody field, staring at all the fallen bodies. Her eyes zeroed in on a crumpled figure, dressed in a familiar leather jacket with a long, sword lying next to his lifeless hand. A gold band glittered on his left ring finger, bringing with it the horrible realization of the man’s identity.
Hayden slowly advanced forward, trying not to look too closely at the decapitated head. She issued a choked sob, her face crumbling. She hardly knew him, yet she mourned his loss.
Jax must have been the first and only werewolf to follow her when she attacked Tracer’s puppets. He’d had her back, just as he’d promised. She hadn’t known he was so close behind her. She’d been blinded by her rage.
There was someone inside the rogue compound that loved this man and relied on him to save her. There were many someones inside the compound that had their chance of a rescue taken from them because of Nicolas’ brilliant scheme of backstabbing.
Bending down, she picked up the sword that belonged to Jax’s wife. She considered taking it, but then thought better of it. Her guilt would make it too heavy to carry. She felt responsible for Jax’s death and she wouldn’t be able to properly honor the sword.
It belonged besides him, even in death.
She curled Jax’s lifeless fingers around the hilt of the sword, making
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