Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
“You’re the one to talk. You let this fucking happen to him,” Caleb growls at him.
“I already told you I didn’t fucking know,” Kai says. “But the more we talk, the longer it’ll take to get to him.”
“Enough. No fighting. You guys promised,” I say.
On the other side of the room, Felix, Dylan, Penelope, Alistair, and Blaine are fending off the guards streaming in like their lives depend on it, and we’ve got one extra person in our group.
“They’re overwhelmed,” I say. “We gotta go help them.”
“Nonsense,” Milo muses, poking a guard on the floor with his nunchuck to make sure he’s actually dead. “Have you seen Blaine?”
I look again, and my eyes nearly bulge out of my skull from the way he swiftly takes care of each one of them with a single slice, thrusting in and out of people’s bodies as though he’s cutting through butter. One by one, they all fall down in front of him, and all Felix, Dylan, Alistair, and Penelope have to do is provide backup.
“My God …” I mutter.
But then a guard suddenly runs up to him from the side right when he’s got one of them on the edge of his knife and stabs him.
I shriek. “BLAINE!”
BLAINE
Searing pain hits me like lightning, and I turn around and slice through the guy who punctured my precious skin. “NO ONE FUCKING TOUCHES ME. NO ONE.”
I stab his eye out with my sword and shove it into his mouth with the same blade, forcing him onto the floor with his last taste being his own entrails.
But fuck, his knife is still stuck inside me.
I yank it out and groan from the pain.
“Don’t,” Penelope runs to me and rips off a piece of her shirt, then rips up mine to wrap it around my waist. “Gotta stop the bleeding.”
BANG! BANG!
Felix takes down the guards shooting at us one by one, alternating bullets with knives, keeping them at bay, while Penelope takes care of my wound.
“Blaine, are you okay?” I can hear Crystal’s voice before I see her, and the second she runs up to me and wraps her arm around me, I breathe a sigh of relief.
At least she’s still intact.
“Look at what that fucker did,” I groan. “My beautiful body.”
“You’re not any less beautiful, my guy,” Dylan says, snorting.
“Why thank you,” I muse.
Dylan turns around to shoot at one of the guards, then drags his body toward the stack of partially living, groaning guards they’ve been collecting. One of them tries to crawl out, and Dylan promptly grabs his ankle and drags him right back in. “This place is perfect for a fire, don’t you think?” Dylan grabs a few bottles of expensive liquor left on the play tables and chucks them at the pile of guards. Then he fishes out his lighter and sets them on fire. “Burn, bitches, burn!”
“What the …?” Nathan stares at him like Dylan’s completely lost his mind.
And maybe he’s right because I’m thinking the same thing. These Skull & Serpent Society guys are something else, that’s for sure.
Alistair blocks attackers from the side with sneak attacks from behind a pillar, gouging out their eyes and slicing up their Achilles tendons when they run past so they stop running forever.
“Don’t think you’ll get away,” he says as the guards cry in pain.
The cruelty is immeasurable, and I’m loving it.
This is the kind of violence my blade lives for.
So I push Penelope aside as the guards approach and pierce them on my blade one by one, avoiding their bullets with ease. Penelope fires another shot at a guard at our backs, taking one after the other down with a single shot. She’s a very good sniper, a perfect rear for me.
“Fuck, this stab wound hurts,” I hiss, and I take my anger out on the next one who approaches me, slicing through his balls. “There, that feels better.”
“No time to waste on chitchat,” Kai says.
“What about my pretty little bonfire?” Dylan mopes. “Now I’m gonna miss seeing it burn.”
“Plenty of chances to start fires elsewhere,” Felix growls at him.
Dylan sighs out loud. “Fine, fine.”
“You’re still alive,” Milo says in a cheery voice, staring at all of us. “Didn’t think you’d make it out. I’m impressed.”
“Ha ha.” Penelope throws him a glare.
“Where to?” Alistair asks.
Kai points at the back of the hallway. “My father’s office is in there. End of the hallway, to the left. It won’t be easy getting in. He has a ton of personal guards.”
Felix cracks his knuckles. “I love a challenge.”
“They won’t stand a chance,” Nathan says.
“What’s your body count?” Caleb asks.
“Twelve,” Dylan muses. “Yours?”
Caleb smirks. “Thirteen.”
Dylan’s nostrils flare, and he pulls out two sets of knives. “No bastard from the Tartarus House is going to beat me.”
“Who are you calling a bastard, Phantom bitch?” Caleb retorts.
“Use your anger on them, not us,” Kai says.