Page 78 of Blood, Bones, and the Bratva Bogeyman

I just don’t know if it’ll be fast enough.

They drag me and Sunniva into the van. Lucetta tries to lunge after us, but another blow drops her flat. Her body sprawls on the wet pavement, twitching, and then she stills.

My heart rips.

“No,” I scream, grief taking over my soul.

I kick, claw, and fight the men around me. My boot catches one man’s jaw with a crack, but another slams me down on the metal floor and pins my arms behind my back before yanking a hood over my head.

Sunniva lets out a muffled curse from beside me but cuts off with a grunt as they strike her again.

The doors slam shut, and the van lurches forward.

Fight like hell to keep them from getting you to another location.

My brother’s words come back to me, and I thrash as muffled screams burn my throat, but it doesn’t matter. There’s too many of them with strength that’s too unnatural for me to battle.

I’m alive.

I push it to Konstantin, not sure how far this new power of ours will reach.

Why the hell didn’t we work on strengthening it? Why?

Hold on, Kisa. I’m coming. I’m coming now.

The ride is endless.

My body aches with every bump and the hood stinks of mildew and smoke, causing my stomach to roil.

Sunniva groans from beside me, still alive and still fighting even half-conscious.

I whisper her name, and she groans again.

“Ten outta ten, do not recommend that rollercoaster.”

“I give it a negative two,” I reply weakly, tears tightening my throat.

The van finally screeches to a halt, and we’re dragged out. Rain cuts through the thin fabric over my head before it’s yanked away and the world tilts.

We’re in another warehouse, this one reeking of damp concrete and bone-deep rot.

Then we hear the heels.

Click.

Click.

Click.

“Oh, fuck me sideways,” Sunniva mutters. “The twisted bitch is here.”

And then there she is.

Giselda.

Looking exactly like the monster under your bed decided to wear designer clothes and ruin your life with a smile.

She’s no longer the girl I once knew. Not even close. Her hair is black now and chopped unevenly and her eyes are wild and shining with something unholy. Her mouth stretches into a grin that’s just . . . wrong. All wrong.