Tyrant (Scars of the Wraiths #2)(97)

It took him five strides to reach me, and it took everything I had not to run. Shit, I probably couldn’t anyway because I was freaking out and frozen.

He grabbed my forearm, fingers bruising as he yanked me up against his chest then locked me to him, eyes glaring into mine as if daring me to say something.

I didn’t. Shit, I couldn’t even breathe.

Waleron placed one arm around my back, and then there was a swirling mist around us. My vision blurred. My body turned ice-cold.

Then nothing.





I WOKE TO MY worst nightmare—Rayne gone and the bedroom filled with f*ckin’ Scars hovering. My eyes slid from Tye to Jedrik then passed through Keir and Anstice.

“Fuck,” I muttered then threw my legs over the side of the bed, grunting because my body objected even after Anstice had obviously healed me, and stood anyway. I’d suffered pain a billion times worse under Ulrich’s hand.

Anstice stepped toward me, despite Keir’s warning look as he grabbed for her hand, which she shoved aside. “You’ve lost a lot of blood, Kilter. Lie down before you fall down.”

“Don’t like sayin’ this to the woman who just saved my life, but f*ck off.” I bent and snagged my T-shirt off the floor then tossed it aside when I saw the large bloodstain.

“Asshole sounds fine to me,” Jedrik muttered.

My head felt as if a grenade had gone off in it, obviously from the shit kicking I’d taken. A shit kicking that shouldn’t have happened. I still had my jeans on, although they had bloodstains on them, too. I grabbed my knives and gun off the bedside table where someone had put them.

No one said anything, but it was coming. They weren’t hanging out in my room for the f*ckin’ atmosphere.

“Danni is trying to contact Rayne,” Anstice continued, standing a couple feet away from me. A quick glance at Keir and I knew he wasn’t pleased about her being near me, but he was giving his woman her space to do what she needed to do, and right now, that was to get me to lie the f*ck down. “She’s in the next room. If you’d lie down and wait—”

“Not waiting for shit.” I sat on the edge of the mattress and yanked on my boots. If Rayne was unconscious or drugged, then Danni, no matter how good her telepathy was, wouldn’t be able to reach her.

I was going after her before that Jasmine bitch disappeared. “Need to see Waleron.” And tell him that the bitch who took my girl was Jasmine, his nemesis. I went to the dresser, opened it, and grabbed a T-shirt, yanking it over my head.

“Kilter, Liam called Waleron,” Keir said. I had my hand on the doorknob. “He has her.” What? Jasmine gave Rayne to Liam? What the hell was going on? “He wants to meet tonight.”

Fuckin’ bastard vampire. I clenched my jaw, my hand tightening on the doorknob until it broke off in my grip. I threw it across the room and it bounced off the lounge chair and fell to the floor.

Beating a few vampires was nothing compared to a Master of the city with all his rats to contend with. I couldn’t possibly go after Liam on my own, no matter how much I wanted to. The problem was the Scars didn’t trust me, and I sure as hell didn’t trust them.

“Kilter,” Keir said, and my eyes shot to him. “We don’t leave one of ours. Period. I don’t know exactly what happened with your past and I don’t care. This is now. What we do. These Scars around you, we risk our lives to protect humans. What we do for one another is much more. We would and will do whatever it takes. Not because we have to, but because that’s what we do for one another, and you need to get onboard with that.” Keir didn’t let up, his tone unyielding. “There won’t be any cowboy stunts like what you pulled in Newfoundland.”

I didn’t say anything. I was contemplating and processing, and since I had one f*ck of a headache, it was as painful as hell. There were parts of me that wanted to stop and listen, but every time I saw Rayne’s face, my body was already moving to go after her.

But I didn’t open the door. I shifted to face Keir.

“Liam is intelligent and knows everything that goes on in this city. We handle this delicate and we handle it together,” Keir stated.

“Delicate?” I snorted. “Don’t do delicate.” Delicate meant planning for f*ckin’ weeks while Rayne was more than likely being tortured. And who knows what Jasmine was getting out of this. She’d said Rayne was hers. No way did she just hand her over to Liam. No, she was part of this somehow.

“Not doing it your way.” I threw open the door. A palm slapped on the door above my head and it slammed shut again. “What the f*ck?”

I turned and Tye was in my face, like seriously in my face, and there was nothing in him that said he was going to back down as he glared at me. “We’re on the same f*ckin’ side, *. Get that through your thick, stubborn skull. You trust Rayne. Time to throw some of that our way before you lose her and every single person in this room.” Then he stepped away from the door. “Go. Do what you have to do, but you f*ck this up it’s on you. And don’t you say you don’t give a shit, because this time, you do.”

I did. I f*ckin’ cared. Jesus, I cared. No, it was more than that. I loved her. And if I didn’t do something, I was going to break.

Balen called from the next room. “Danni’s reached her.”