“I don’t know,” he says as the engine screams out its pain from the gas pedal being abused.
Hale grabs his phone to his ear after quickly dialing a number, and we skid out of the compound as we follow the dust clouds still lingering behind.
“We’re closing in and looking for our shot,” Clay says as soon as he answers.
“Don’t shoot. He has Angelica,” Hale asserts.
“Shit. Where’s Grayson?”
“He’s with us. Stay on him, we’ll catch up. We have to get her out of there alive.”
“Stand down. The suspect has a United officer. Follow; do not engage,” Clay says over the radio. “I hope that engine is fast enough to catch up. If she goes savage, we’re all fucked without Grayson. Her developed gifts have classed her as a level seven.”
“Brazen is feeding him blood now. He got hit bad. How did he get her without us knowing?”
“How has he done any of this without our knowledge?” Clay groans.
Hale hangs up, and I turn to see Grayson coughing as his consciousness returns.
“Where is she?” he gasps as he coughs again, and blood still runs from the wounds that haven’t healed.
“Drink this. We’re chasing after him now. Clay has him in sight,” Brazen gingerly offers while ripping open another bag and proffering it to him.
“I’ll fucking kill him,” he growls.
“We didn’t have time to pack olophine, so guns only,” Hale cautions.
“She can bring me down. I’m not holding back on that son of a bitch,” Grayson spews.
“She won’t be able to if she’s savage herself. Was she conscious?”
“No,” he whimpers. “He just fucking blew the damn doors open the second the sirens sounded. Angelica was hit hard. I barely even got a glimpse of him. Nicholas was in Hale’s office so he could speak privately with the Hershian about his return. It was just us, and we were about to watch a damn old movie. I remember flying backwards, and then there was just blackness. When I woke up, the entire apartment was in shambles, and then I heard an explosion. I blacked out again before finally waking up long enough to make it to your apartment. She could die if she doesn’t get blood,” he whines.
“She’s an emotionally attached savage holder like I am,” I murmur in a warning tone to Hale and Brazen.
“What does that mean?” Grayson cries.
“It means… she’ll fuck his world up very soon, and it’s going to be one hellacious awakening. The first savage is always fierce. He’s such a dumbass. She’ll level him, and you’ll have to work hard to bring her down after she does. Her savage will kick in when it fears death is too close.”
I see a halted attack ahead as gunshots ring out, and suddenly our vehicle is getting hammered by a hailstorm of them.
“Fuck,” Hale releases. “He must have called for reinforcements.”
He skids to a halt as the bullets rain down, and he hands everyone a vest before jumping out to find Clay.
“Grayson, stay by me. Guns only, no incineration,” I instruct.
“I’m going to climb that hillside and see if I can get a good angle on their big guns. I’ll call you if I see her,” Brazen murmurs before disappearing into the fight.
“You can save her. Tell me you can save her. Can’t you just raise all their bullets and launch them back at them.”
“I could if I was savage. Like this, there’s too many to even attempt that. There’s always a big boom if I exert too much energy while sober, and everyone would die, not just them” I explain as he follows in behind me.
“Go savage then. Hale can bring you down.”
“I can’t. I’ll kill all the full bloods without blinking. It’s too dangerous, Grayson. We’ll get her out of here, I promise.”
“Please find her, Araya. I won’t live if anything happens to her.”
