The Dollmaker(The Forgotten Files #2)(108)

Tears pooled in Tessa’s eyes as she pulled so hard on the strap that the skin on her hand bled. Instead of frustration, she yanked harder, hoping the blood would make her skin slick. She twisted and turned her wrist, unmindful of the pain.

As the scent of smoke grew heavier, footsteps thudded in the hallway and she knew DeLuca was coming back. “I am not dying here today.”

With a final, desperate pull, she jerked her hand free. Success chased fear as she focused her attention to the other strap. Her fingers trembling, she undid the buckle and she quickly swiped away the leather. She rolled and stumbled free of the chair, falling on her hands and knees. Even as her head spun from adrenaline, she scrambled to her feet. Footsteps thudded closer toward the door. She raced to the worktable and grabbed the scissors, gripping them in her blood-soaked hand.

The door banged open.

DeLuca stood in the doorway, his eyes wild with fury and panic. When he saw her standing, his dark eyes narrowed and he raced toward her.

She braced.

Gripped the scissors.

She held her ground, knowing if she ran, he’d catch her and it all might be over. She had to stand her ground. Wait for her moment to strike.

When he was only inches from her and reaching for her arm, she lunged.

DeLuca tried to sidestep the blow, but she was quick enough to jab the scissors in his forearm. As smoke began to roll in from the open doorway, he howled. He recovered quickly and sprang for her again. “I know you are afraid, Serenity, but I’m here to save you. The building is on fire. We only have a minute before this space fills with smoke.”

He moved to grab her again as if his words were enough to soothe her, but she struck again, cutting his arm once more. He howled, all traces of worry vanishing in a flash of pain.

She raised the scissors to strike.

“Fucking bitch,” he growled as he grabbed her wrist, suspending the scissors in midair. “I thought you were different.”

“I’m not your goddamned doll, you twisted son of a bitch.”

DeLuca looked hurt for a split second before he grabbed her hand and twisted so hard that bone snapped. Pain shot through her arm. He’d broken her wrist.

As the smoke crawled through the room, she thought about all the times Sharp had lectured her about self-defense. All the times she just wanted him to let the past go. Balling up fingers from her good hand, she drove it straight for his throat. He barely deflected the move and grabbed her by the neck. His fingers clamped into her like an iron vise, and the madness darkening his eyes told her he was seconds from crushing her windpipe.

She jabbed her knee up, aiming for his groin but striking his thigh. The blow was enough to make him grunt and ease up on her throat for an instant.

He slapped her hard across the face. Her thoughts scattered as the pain ricocheted through her skull. He raised his hand to strike again.

The door slammed open with such force, the hinges gave way. Through the smoke she saw Dakota. His eyes were dark and feral as he raised his weapon.

DeLuca grabbed Tessa and turned her around as he tightened his grip on her neck. Dakota had trained for years as a sniper, and though it had been a decade since he’d been in the military, he didn’t hesitate to take a difficult shot. He fired twice.

Both bullets struck the side of DeLuca’s head and burrowed through his brain. Blood and brain matter sprayed her face. Tessa flinched as she stared at Dakota, his gun still pointing at his target. For a moment she was afraid to move for fear Dakota would have to shoot again.

DeLuca’s grip slackened, and he fell to his knees, his dead weight pulling her down with him. His weight pinned her to the floor, knocking the air from her lungs. She pushed against him, desperate to be free.

Dakota yanked him off Tessa, and weapon still drawn, quickly scanned the room for any other threats. McLean rushed the doorway with Riley.

Holstering his weapon, Dakota gathered her up in his arms. “Tessa?”

Her tears tumbled uncontrollably as her fingers gripped his arm. The iron hold she’d had on her fear slackened and gave way.

Sharp picked her up, and they all hurried toward the back exit that led outside to a set of concrete steps that rose to a back parking lot.

Outside, the cool fresh air brushed her face as the roar of the fire inside the building grew more ferocious.

Dakota wiped DeLuca’s blood from her face. “Are you hurt?”

She shook her head as she stared at the blood now clinging to Dakota’s palms. “Just my wrist.”

He touched her shorn hair. “Are you sure? Tessa, you can tell me anything.”

She hugged him carefully, guarding her injured wrist. “I’m okay. He was going to do terrible things, but you stopped him. You saved me.”

His arms tightened into a steel band. “I thought I’d lost you.”

“I’m here.” She’d never stopped to think he’d been as terrified as she had been.

“And I’m not letting you go again. Ever.”

She drew back and cupped his face in her hands. “I’m holding you to that.”

His smile was more feral than relieved.

The building was alighted with flames as McLean stood guard and Riley ran to her cruiser to call for backup and fire crews.

She hugged him again, using his strength to steady the rush of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. Finally, when she caught her breath, she looked up into eyes that glistened with tears. “He killed Kara.”